"Call it Rocktopus's Garden. No, that's stupid."

Love, Beetledee & Beetledum

Toast One to Death

It's new, these aspects. Here's one suggested:

An ode to those discussed, extensively, with strangers.
Vulva flaps.
Vulvular flight, revved up and glistening.
Oft-lofty expectations of hermaphroditic platypi (platypussies).

Beetlewar on Last.FM
Have a go.

Entry of a beetle

I thought there were beetles. There were beetles in the bathroom. Instead, a reptilian beast scurried along, beetle innards trailing from his depths. Strobe upon strobe of jelly intestines. What else could anyone possibly hope for? Greed. Dignity. Bacon.

Comment and I'll write you a poem about anything you want.