now here is our very first author we wont tell you his/her name but here is their poetry
As I sat on the river's edge I realized that I smelled

By then I understood that I was sitting on a lump of saurkraut

Now let me tell you a story of when I was 16. I was living in a box under the satairs in the basement of the house 3 blocks down from jary's bait shop life was pretty good and every thing was just pechy! exept for the undiniable fact that every morning my mother would make me a bowl of warm saurkraut. now life with only saurkraut for breakfast really sucked. so one day i went to my mother and asked her why I was being fed saurkraut all the time and my mother looked over at me just like a cow looks at an on coming train and she yelled "it is good for you" and then she tied me to a wall and force fed me nothing but saurkraut 'till I was 26 and one half years old and by then I wished I was in a majical place where the sun was always shining and the air smelled of warm rootbeer and anyone on the street would gladly shave your back for a nickel. It was not long untill my prayer was answerd because a local radio station had a contest to see who could guess the number of molicules in lenard neroy's butt I was off by three but I still won the grand prize a first class one way ticket to albuquerque. you know I have never been on a real airplane before it was cool and a good flight exept for the fact that I had to sit inbetween two extremly large sumo wrestlers and the kid in back of me kept on throwing up and the flight atendents ran out of dr. pepper and peanuts an oh I forgot the engines burned out and we went into a tail spin and we all crashed and died expet for me you know why because I had my tray table up and my seat back in the up right position. so I crawled from the twisted burning wrekedge with my leather suit case and my 15 pound garmet bag and soprano saxophone and 12 pound bowling ball and my luck lucky glow in the dark autographed snokel. I crawled for three days on my hands and knees untill I reched the Albuquerque Holiday Inn and I got into my room and I turned on the ac and ate that chocolate mint that they put on your pillow and then suddenly I herd a knock on the door and I said who is it no answer who is it no answer who is it! still no answer so I guessed who it was I thought it was a 4 foot tall geek with a flock of seagulls hair cut and only one nostrillso I opend the door and oh man I hate it when I am right. so he bursed into my room and grabed my snokel ans I said hey man you cant take that it has been just like a snokel to me and he said well tuff and I said give it back and he said make me and I said 'k

contiued whever this author fells like continuing