IRC Poetry

A bit of a variation today... I just couldn't resist sharing this profound poem from KiptheDip on #Uncyclopedia IRC:

His leg still hurts.
The cake is a lie.
My mum is asleep.

I mean, just contemplate that for a while... so full of feeling... so full of meaning...

Well either that, or the replies to the questions:

<Olipro> how's your poodle?
<lj|recording> how's your cake?
<Olipro> how's your mum?

Ah the wonders of Internet randomness