I don't have any more ideas for Sonic poems. I would like to receive new ideas for Sonic poems from you, the readers. I drove over to Mississippi today and went to the beach. There were people there, people listening to Warren G's Regulate feat. Nate Dogg. Part of me wanted to jump in the ocean, but I didn't want to catch Pamela Anderson's hepatitis-C. I'm pretty sure it's there, in the water, waiting for me. I can hear it. Calling me. From underneath the rusty water. Waiting. If you have any more ideas for Sonic poems, please PM me in a PM.
I am accepting new ideas for Sonic poems now. We see that I am accepting new ideas for Sonic poems now.
"I agree," I sez. "I will say penis in this story; I said penis right now, as a matter of fact."
"I also agree, in fact," I sez. "I am accepting new ideas for Sonic poems, of course."
Wow, wait a minute! We have a special guest! It's Tails, the two-tailed fox!
*applause*
Hi Tails, what brings you onto my show?
"Did you know that 90% of people we interviewed on Ventura Beach can't even find North Korea on a map?" Tails says, trying to speak above the sounds of the audience clapping. "Wow, Jimmy Fallon is relevant and funny!"
"I've got to go," I say, frothing at the mouth. "To the ocean! It's CALLING ME FROM THE DEEP