Improv Popcorn Popping Song At a Coffee House: Revolutionary Improv Poem

Baby’s screaming
past crepes completed.
She must have had
the chipolte pain.

Why don’t her parents
take her out?
There is a hot blonde
with her thigh
against mine,
and hearing a baby’s
does not give me
the effect
I was looking for.

Yes, Mom.
She’s going to keep screaming
even though you
keep singing
to her
about some dumb rabbit.

The rabbit died.
Oh, no… please tell me
I don’t have to sing
to keep her quiet!
But… it worked.
And it’s not even open mic night.


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