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I just wrote a couplet but knew not The number of syllables you caught: They equalled fourteen And, as such, set the scene For your glorious entrance — haiku-bot!  - Mod B

I feel like I’m almost patrollin’ These catalog pages I’m scrollin’ I’m lookin’ and hopin’ My classes are open With space left for me to enroll in  - Mod B

A season two fitting the aura Of bending and ghosts and aurora You can say that they botched it But still, hey, we watched it They could’ve done much worse by Korra  - Mod B

The triangle demon named Bill Was decidedly weird, but quite chill Until Dipper and Mabel (Who’s name rhymes with “Schmabel”) Saved the Falls from the wrath of his will  - Mod M

Mod M said "This game is the best!" So I thought I would give it a test And now I am sighing Because I keep dying This beautiful game's called Celeste  - Mod E

The game that I think is the best Is about a girl who’s stressed There’s mirrors, dream blocks, A grandma who mocks, And a mountain they all call Celeste  - Mod M

Not to be all doom and gloomity But poor baby Luz needs some soothing tea The finale just shocked me Like the emperor's rock peeps I really thought we'd get more Lumity  - Mod E

While I may never be an Airbender And I don't know a tire from a fender This is the week for this— Nary a streak of cis— Sure do love being agender!  - Mod E

Been reading a lot of books lately And most of them I enjoy greatly There’s none so rewardin’ As the ol’ Robert Jordan Although he can drag on … ornately  - Mod B

I think, in the interest of fairness, Since the cis overestimate rareness Of nonbinary folks (Though we aren’t a hoax) We should all try to help raise awareness  - Mod M

I don't want to sound like a bitch Or end up dead in a ditch It's really not funny That college costs money So please—really, please—eat the rich  - Mod E