You have strolled into Shitespace.
Do not be alarmed, it's quite nice here.
Just kick off your shoes, put your feet up, and have a giggle
in our cosy little haven where nothing matters,
and you're safe from the nasty outside world.
Pointy granite obelisk piercing the sky
Pointy iron tower ever so high
Pointy glass pyramids - oh how they gleam
Think I might be detecting a bit of a theme.
Tous les jours je mange du fromage et des croissants,
But frogs' legs and snails I shall have to pass on.
Paris, oh Paris, it's not very far,
Hurrah and hussar for the Eurostar!
We'd like you to judge our Shite by awarding it farm animals.
Please select the farm animal which best expresses your enjoyment
of the poem you've just read.
Note that we are not expecting you to judge our work on how good
or bad it is - we know it's all terrible -
we're only interested in how much satisfaction you derived
from our poetry.
So if you really enjoyed the poem give it a proud cock but if it
really didn't do it for you then give it a piddling pig.