I read a poem! Check it out, if you're interested.

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=KGfHulRSXvc&feature=youtu.be

I used to read fantasy novels before I found my hooves and switched over to fanfiction, and I sometimes visited blogs of authors I liked, including GRRM, Brandon Sanderson, and this guy, Scott Lynch. He posted this gem on his blog one day, and I loved it to death.
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TO THE MAN WHO DESIGNED THE TABLE I JUST ASSEMBLED

Oh, it's death for you, my boy
but not for a good long time.
An elastic interval, shall we say, between points A and B
where B is the furnace, and A a fine assortment
of power tools.
Yes, we're going to have some words, you and I
Though whether they'll come before or after
the piranha
is an open question.
I like to give my whims room to breathe.

See, I never understood how events might conspire to make a supervillain
but congratulations!
I'm fresh from the forge.
With hex wrench imprints on nine fingers.
In fact, if I ever see another piece of lacquered particleboard
ever
again
I'm going to punch a baby dolphin to death. Yes.
And take the corpse to a childrens' hospital.
And give it to a kid hooked up to a dialysis machine.
Because it's not like he'll be able to run away.
Not easily.

By the way, when I said piranha
you thought I meant tank?
I meant solution.
Seems I spent my aquatic horror budget on the blue-ringed octopus.
Expensive!
You wouldn't think you could slip such a thing through customs
(and honestly you're not supposed to)
but have you ever read Bruce Schneier's blog? Edifying stuff.
Anyhow, pay attention now
As this concerns you:
My Allen Wrenches have just come white-orange off the fire
and tied up like that, you look like a table.
So much like a table.
In very serious need
of tightening.
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So yeah. Hope that brightens up your day!

EDIT: eh, i need to rerecord this. I was too close to the mic.