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Perfect for lovers, a 600-800 word long poem with a great rhyme scheme. Give us a subject, names and details about anything you want to have included.

Tell us if you want the poem to be serious, funny, romantic, cute or any other mood as you’d like.



Please tell us your names of all involved people, your ages, the occasion and all details that you want to us to include. Also give us a subject and tell us, if you want it to be funny, romantic or cute.



Can you make me a funny / original poem about my former flat mate? His name is Markus.

we are living with 4 people in a shared flat. and this poem is dedicated to our former flatmate who has moved out 4 months ago. ( we are all students).

We  liked him alot. We pretended to be a family called “Die Rottschas”. 
We used to run alot through our flat and shouted just for the laugh. One night we got spontaniously drunk and sung old songs(Backstreetboys) until 5am 

After he left, the new guy who moved into our flat cannot replace Markus. ( We are even scared that he will kill us, with knives he stores in his room, because we are just way too crazy for him)

so thats all. Use what you like and feel free too leave out.


Ode to Markus

Markus, our long lost brother,
you filled our days,
in such phenomonal ways,
you can be replaced by no other.
Once upon a time,
we were a family,
partners in all kinds of crime,
and pranks for all to see.
We were Die Rottschas, a tribe.
We were untouchable by anyone,
until you moved away and ruined the vibe.
How could you have taken away our fun?
It was not your fault we know,
the blame belongs to fate,
we had to let you go,
and now it is far too late.
Our tears fall for you,
each night that we huddle,
away from the new guy who isn’t you,
hoping not to get into trouble.
This strange in our home,
rarely cracks a smile,
To him BackstreetBoys songs are unkown,
and he can’t comprehend our style.
What we declare fabulous and fun,
he declares wild and crazy,
and locks himself away until we’re done,
how is that any way to be?
Oh Markus, our brother,
why did you have to go?
You left us with another,
who we will never get to know.
He prefers polishing his knives,
to bouncing off of the couches and chairs,
he doesn’t understand our lives,
and expects things to be even and fair.
Doesn’t he get that it’s about family?
Doesn’t he know that Markus always cared?
Doesn’t he realize his Nutella should be free?
Doesn’t he think that every ordered pizza should be shared?
We sit in our corners and wait,
for the moment he closes the door,
then before it’s too late,
we throw all of the couch cushion to the floor.
We play a round of pillow tag,
just to remember you,
and sometimes pop the plastic bag,
and sometimes animals at the zoo.
Do you know what he says to us?
He says, ‘Keep it down, are you nuts’
He says, ‘Do you have to get drunk and cuss?’
He says, ‘Get your foot out of the lampshade you clutz!’
Who talks like that?!
Not Markus, that’s for sure.
Markus would never say any of that.
He’d be playing too, and asking for more.
Oh Markus, dear Markus, our friend,
we miss you and the little family we made,
so we wrote this poem to send,
to let you know what a difference you made.
Of course you can’t come back,
and we can’t ask you to stay,
but our little family will always lack,
the best part of our collective day.
We just want you to know,
that we are still your family,
and wherever you may go,
you’ll still be the one we long to see.
Maybe if you find yourself in the ‘hood,
you could stop by and say hello,
maybe if you really want to do something good,
you could get rid of this new fellow!
Or at least teach him to lighten up and smile,
teach him that life is meant to be filled with laughter,
teach him that even if we get annoyed for a while,
we’ll still always be family after.
Tell him that hallways are for racing,
that kitchens are for food fights,
that there’s no harm in embracing,
what feels silly and not quite right.
But if you can’t do that,
We’ll just have to try our best,
to get him in a Backstreet Boys hat,
and encourage him to join in with the rest.
For now, we’ll dream of you,
Our brother Markus who we must be without,
and do our best to keep our apartment a zoo,
even with one less wild animal to shout.
One thing is for sure,
Markus no matter where you may roam,
There will always be one open door,
Die Rottschas will always welcome you home.

Also if you don’t hear from us in a few days,
you should really point the police at that new roommate,
because anyone that knows how to kill that many ways,
must be carrying an awful lot of hate.
He’s always growling and grumbling which is fine,
but he can’t seem to take a joke,
so if one day none of us you can find,
he might just be your bloke.

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