Why the heck am I writing this garbage?

Because it was the writing prompt today

Listen very closely to this message

Otherwise you potato this survey

Potato you, potato me, hooray

Fickle pickle, the slumber cucumber

What a horrid and disastrous display

One two three four five six seven number

No knives, screw swords, serenade sledgehammers

One of the unicorns has disappeared

The view of bright blue in all its glamour

This was every bit as bad as I feared

Please understand that this is complete trash

And that I have written this in a dash