“When Will,” a Poem by Google’s Little Search Suggestions Thingy

When will Lev finally watch Battlestar Galactica?

That’s pretty beautiful. I don’t know if the Twilight stuff makes it better or worse. Both, probably.
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For poops and giggs I wanted to see the Bing rebuttal:
When will the world end
When will I die quiz
When will you die quiz
When will I get married
When will I die test
When will Jesus return
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Bing has more of a Sylvia Plath thing going I guess

When will hell freeze over
When will pigs fly
When will Fox make a smart programming decision
When will Josh get on the masthead
When will Lev watch BSG

Does this qualify as machinima art? Or perhaps true collective art?

A haiku:

Blogger covers eyes
Galactica flies no more
Lev missed Starbuck

Cherry blossums fall
Onto my DVD set
Lev is still absent

Beyond the red line
Lev refuses to follow
Commenters puzzled

There once was a man named Lev, who
Tried to ignore the vocal but small crew
of BSG poets
who really don’t know it’s
So passé to be writing in Haiku.

Some think its a much smarter gimmick
to forego haiku for a limerick
What they don’t know
(though its starting to show)
Is that its hard to rhyme BSG in a limerick

There once was a man from Time’s blogs
who would spend his time sawing logs
instead of attending
to the curious ending
of the show that each reader flogs

There once was a show with Apollo
That Leverus refused to follow
This baffled his poor posters
Who couldn’t see why he wouldn’t watch the Toasters
But in their misery Lev let them wallow

A series of annoying reply posts
With intention of badgering the hosts
Ended up falling flat
Because the limerick format
Isn’t very well-suited to Internet roasts.

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