Ice – A poem

Big was the ice block

Really big

A big bloody ice block

And icy was the ice on this big ice block

Really icy

Every part of its iciness was made of ice

And pure was the ice that made it icy

Pure in a the purest ice way ice can be

And blocky was the block on this huge block of ice

Big and blocky

Blocky in a way that can only be achieved with blockhead commitment to blocking out any influence that wasn’t blockiness

Altogether this made for a big block of ice

Really big

Big in iciness

Big in blockiness

And big in block of ice type ice blockiness

Oh yeah, Icy and big was the big ass bitching bad motherfucker of a big ass bitchin’ motherfucking ice block

Later on, there was a puddle

The End