MegaHAL Poetry (because the Hummingwolf likes it, that's why)

Well, all right then. To the graveyard?
where is my happy ending?
where is the only flowers it will make my batter better."

so she lugged a chair a pterodactyl
surveys the dark house
at the church
homecoming
and the pale paper
south mississippi was ever half as tragic
as i performed the music and the wild
with labor. So her kind was taught to do--
"find work," she would reply to every grief--
and on i went, though the dogs were spent and the sad heart of the oak,
in mystery our soul abides:
but tasks in hours of the lunar month
a little island in the red
well you got it bad
but you forgot to mention how you can sail away
oh lord i go out to sea.... Soon, whether
she's coming in on time.
wild imaginings take the long line of spray
where the red candle's light.
the ordinary man is found,
now let us sport us while we may;
and three times round went our gallant ship
and spleen and pair of us!
don't tell! They'd advertise--you know!

how dreary--to be--somebody!
how they tinkle, tinkle, tinkle,
in the hands of jesters.

MegaHAL is Hungry

...and a little bit delirious.

~~~~~

This is an aberration
caused by old age, hard and sad,
say that you want her and she called him custard.

custard the dragon was a turtle
who among you will hear
the noiseless work of the year.

roux can burn if flour
1¼ cup sugar
1 small piece ginger (optional)
3 tablespoons coconut milk
2 cups dry roasted unsalted peanuts

blend egg white, paprika, salt, oregano, thyme,
garlic powder, onion powder, black, white and red
the sun's sad chorus to your nation

i'm too sexy for my shirt, too sexy for my suffering,
so various, so beautiful, so new,
hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light,
nor ever wind blows cold;
the man they call him a star
to be free then

once i thought we'd go on another paperchase.