Language is a Virus -- madlib poems

So, I came across this site: languageisavirus.com. It's actually really pretty cool.

Basically, what I did was a poetry madlib. I put in all the adjectives, nouns and verbs and it puts them all into a certain structure and out comes a poem. It doesn't make complete sense, but I really like how mine turned out.

To do one go to Madlib Poem: Your Poem (It's different every time.


quaint cat's quaint cat

I run my candels and all the book sings Italy;
I prepare my brains and all is practice again.
(I carry I scratch you up inside my Brian.)

The Laptops go asking out in vivacious and eloquent,
And dirty speakers serves in:
I drop my chair and all the boy walks grass.

I dressed that you thinked me into flower
And love me dusty, worked me quite benevolent.
(I carry I scratch you up inside my Brian.)

dildo travels from the ship, disease's germs eat:
teach fly and coffee cup's facebook:
I drop my chair and all the boy walks grass.

I listened you'd dance the way you buy,
But I answer fat and I converse your teacher.
(I carry I scratch you up inside my Brian.)

I should have studyed a liver instead;
At least when oil stupifys they explain back again.
I drop my chair and all the boy walks grass.

(I carry I scratch you up inside my Brian.)

Edit:
Huh, I thought the Brian said brain. It's less cool now. =\

Jam it back in, in the dark.