Mini Stories/Poems from Ak Studios!

These are mini poems and stories from the generator which only I generated.

The Strong Stranger At P-dog - A Narrative Poem
One day at a Gym store shop,

I met a man selling cats,

For money he wanted to swap,

But I really wanted some bats.

"Got any bats?" asked I.

"For that's how I'll spend my money."

"No bats here!" said the guy.

He seemed to find it quite funny.

"We've got some lovely cakes,

I'll give you a very fine price."

"I'd rather have some snakes."

The man blinked rapidly thrice.

The man seemed exceptionally brainy,

And his manner was strangely amused.

He wasn't what I would call zany,

Great disdain he noticeably oozed.

Like others, he thought I was odd,

Some say I'm a bit tall.

Still he gave me a courteous nod,

As if he thought I was plenty cool.

So in search of my goal I departed,

But before the Gym store shop could I leave,

The man came running full-hearted,

"I can help you I believe."

"Cats, bats, you shall find.

Cakes, snakes, you can get.

You must now open your mind,

And get down to P-dog Market.

So to P-dog Market I decided to go,

In search of the bats I craved.

The winds it did eerily blow.

But I felt that the day could be saved.

There were stalls selling rings,

Pikachus in many shades.

There were even stalls selling wings

People were scattered from many trades

I was greeted by a peculiar lady,

She seemed to be rather tall

I couldn't help thinking she might be quite shady.

I wondered if she was at all cool.

Before I could open my mouth,

She shouted, "For you, I have some bats!"

I headed towards her, to the south,

Past some cakes and cats.

"But how did you know?" I asked,

"Do you want them or not?" she did say.

Silently, the bats she passed.

Then vanished before I could pay.

As I walked away I heard a crackle

Or was it, perhaps, a hushed cackle?

The Jimmy and the Oliver
See the hopping of the Jimmy,

I think he's angry at the jimmie.

He finds it hard to see the horse,

Overshadowed by the odd old norse.

Who is that cuddling near the bats?

I think she'd like to eat the bratsche.

She is but a fierce Oliver,

Admired as she sits upon a colliver.

Her pretty car is just a fly,

It needs no gas, it runs on alibi.

She's not alone she brings a tissue,

a pet hamster, and lots of pew.

The hamster likes to chase an ace,

Especially one that's in the space.

The Jimmy shudders at the scary tiger

He want to leave but she wants the kyger.

Rater's Torment - The Villanelle Of The Gizmo
Rater couldn't stop thinking about the Gizmo

It was just so bright and cute

But he could never forget the blow

That morning, Rater was shocked by the grow

He found himself feeling rather astute

Rater couldn't stop thinking about the Gizmo

Later, Rater was spooked by a show

He tried to focus on a dispute

But he could never forget the blow

Zach said Rater was obsessing too so

Said it was time to start thinking about a shoot

Rater couldn't stop thinking about the Gizmo

Rater took action like a flow

The Gizmo was becoming too moot

But he could never forget the blow

Rater nosedived like a chill ratio

His mind turned into a route

Rater couldn't stop thinking about the Gizmo

But he could never forget the blow

Elfs
 'Elfs!' chuckled I, 'Yes Elfs!'

I heard a splendid, happy halloing

Elfs - tormentor of my dreams

On that day my soul grew smelly

Once I sat engaged and hullo

In a kingdom full of celts

Deep into that darkness tapping

My passion is the lonely easter bunny