Lo! I feel sick!Alas! It’s so strange!Can too many poemsOn one topic derange?Will bagels stick with meLike rabid dogs’ mange?Or might I shed layers,And finally change?
i predict the sun will stay way off in outer spacei predict that dog will come and try to lick my facei predict these poems will soon get somewhat repetitiousi predict this onion bagel will taste quite delicious