When I was a high-schooler, I greatly enjoyed Ryan North’s formalist Dinosaur Comics; I was impressed by how much he could do within the strict limit of his template, and I tried my hand at a few comics. Re-reading them, I wish I had been more careful about the spelling & formatting, but they hold up better than most of my juvenilia.
(See my later essay, An Abortion Dialogue for more on this line of thought.)
Blue can of steel What promise do you hold? Salt flesh so ripe Little slab of meat! In a wash of clear jelly; Now I heat the pan In the cool morning I fry up a slab of SPAM - A dog barks next door. Ears, snouts, and innards A homogeneous mess. Pass another slice! Highly unnatural The tortured shape of this "food" A small pink coffin Slicing your sweet self salivating in suspense - Sizzle... Sizzle... Spam! Pink beefy temptress - I can no longer remain Vegetarian. Staunch defenders we, Poetic connoisseurs of the True deliciousness