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Crunchy *uck Harbor
Your ticket to Crunchy Fuck Harbor
is not an expensive plane ticket,
nor a cruise on a 5,000-passenger ship
with banks of intestinal looking water slides
It's not in any particular place in the United States
Or the world for that matter.
A trip to Crunchy Fuck Harbor
can be reached
via a simple stalk of celery.
Bite down
Hear it.
Be there.
is not an expensive plane ticket,
nor a cruise on a 5,000-passenger ship
with banks of intestinal looking water slides
It's not in any particular place in the United States
Or the world for that matter.
A trip to Crunchy Fuck Harbor
can be reached
via a simple stalk of celery.
Bite down
Hear it.
Be there.
Published 17th Mar 2025
Author's Note
Yes, I wrote a poem about celery. It was an especially crisp stalk, and the name Crunchy Fuck Harbor came to me.
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- Edited 28th Mar 2025 1:51am
17th Mar 2025 6:03am
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17th Mar 2025 8:52am
22nd Mar 2025 8:55pm
Gotta love poetry about the most random of things. One time my daughter asked me write about pickles.
Nicely penned.
Nicely penned.
23rd Mar 2025 00:34am
23rd Mar 2025 00:51am
