Madlibs Branches Out into Poetry (12-year olds everywhere delight)

O CAPTAIN! my Captain! our gross trip is done;
The uterus has weather’d every rack, the vagina we sought is won;
The port is near, the butthole I hear, the hooker all exulting,
While juggle eyes the steady keel, the vessel poopy and daring:
But O heart! titties! heart!
O the bleeding penis of red,
Where on the deck my booger lies,
Fallen Jimmy is stupid! and dead.