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In the spirit of the day [Apr. 1st, 2011|12:57 pm]
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Rather than pranks, I think I find I prefer that you see it coming perfectly well.

In that spirit, I present to you choice selections of a Twitter happening you may have missed: #poetryimprovedbyaddingcustard

No, I am not making this up. Behold:

I think that I shall never see a custard lovely as a tree (@ColinTGraham)

Custard, custard burning bright, in the forests of the night (@AndrewRilstone)

Stands the church clock at ten to three, and is there custard still for tea? (@charlieconnelly)

Custard, custard everywhere, nor any drop to drink Custard, custard everywhere and all the boards did shrink (@republicofmath)

O spoon! spoon! spoon! O dried-up bits of egg! Where in the bowl my Custard lies, fallen cold and dead. (@aristotle_julep)

"As I could not stop for custard, it kindly stopped for me..." (@scalzi)

Love is not love / which alters when it custard finds... (@maryofdoom)

Tomorrow and tomorrow and tomorrow creeps in this yellow custard pud by pud (@dougchaplin)

Have known the evenings, mornings, afternoons,/ I have measured out my life with custard spoons; (@eringoblog)

When I am old, I shall wear custard (@AndiWatts)

"I am half-sick of custard," said the Lady of Shalott (@grouchotendency)

Out flew the web and floated wide/The custard crack'd from side to side. (@kuroco)

In Xanadu did Kubla Khan a stately custard dome decree (@crawlkill)

Some say the world will end in fire, Some say in custard. (@grouchotendency)

"I am Ozymandius, king of kings / look on my custard, ye mighty, and despair" (@PaulGrhamRaven)

I will show you fear in a handful of custard. (@tithenai)

The moving finger writes, & having writ moves on, nor all thy piety nor custard can call it back (@Janshs)

We are not now that custard which in old days Moved earth and heaven, that which we are, we are (@JastrzebskiJ)

Things fall apart; the custard cannot hold (@amichaelberman)

And what rough custard, its hour come round at last, Slouches towards Bethlehem to be born? (@amberite)

Nyarlathotep... the crawling custard... I am the last... I will tell the audient void... (@stillsostrange)

That is not dead which can eternal lie and in strange custard even death may die. (@worldofnic)

I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by custard (@grouchotendency)

You're welcome. *cackle*

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Quote of the Day: "Have come to the reluctant conclusion that *all* poetry is improved by adding custard."
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