Plitheration

Today's results from the Surrealist Compliment Generator. Found poetry?

Thine right eye so plitherates that thine left eye doth graze upon it.

You have been blessed with the egregious qualities of a duffel bag in His Majesty's Royal Navy.

You are as frightful as an engine developed solely for the countenance of sexual innuendo by country music.

My elbow sockets sharpen pencils when you pass by on divine fumes of industrial combustion.

Entranced by the bitter harmony of your lips, I gaze beyond reason to find the oasis of your ruptured soul.