This is an idea that has been swishing around in my head for a while - originally as a short story but I thought it might make a good poem. So here it is:

The Closing Statement of the Prosecution for the State Against Hansel & Gretel.
And so,
The accused will admit
That they entered the house
Of an elderly Lady whom they didn't know
They ate of her food
Then slept under her roof

And they claim that this Lady
Who let them inside
Was a witch and a crone
And a fiend, and they lied.

And more!
They also make claim
That the cottage they found
Was all made of sweets,
From the candy cane floor
To the gingerbread roof
But where is their proof?

They do not dispute
That they burned her alive
This poor wretch, this poor dame
Who had helped them survive.

And what?
You must ask in your heart
Is more likely the truth?
That an eighty-year-old is as fast and as smart
As two nasty kids with cold black evil hearts?
Or that this poor grey woman,
They threw in the fire
Did naught but get caught
By a louse and a liar.

Well, I wrote this in my notebook whilst waiting for a curry to be made in the takeaway. The rhythm is all wrong, as a poem it doesn't really work but I like the concept. One to rewrite perhaps.

The Refracted Man
A man walks into a bar.
A very thin bar
And becomes refracted.
One becomes two
On seperate paths.
Lets call one man A
And call one man B.
A goes to the bar
And B stubs his toe on the door.
Man A then says "Ouch"
Man B feels embarrassed
And wanders off home.
Man A feels confused
And orders a beer.
Over the years
Their differences grow.
Man A drinks a lot.
Man B goes teetotal.
Man A lost his job.
Man B got promoted.
A lost his house, his wife and the kids.
B still finds time to take them on trips.
And then one fine day B orders a suit.
After the tailor measures his leg
He opens his eyes and he's sat on the floor
Out on the street
A can in his hand
A beard on his face.
Sat by his side is a cat in a box.
It looks in his eyes and seems to be saying.
What? You think you've got problems?
I'm Schrodinger's cat.

Thought I'd try a bit of an experiment for this one - using l337 sp33k and binary. More of a written poem this:

The Official Version
1 m19H7 83 4 933k,
8u7 @ L34s7 1 k4n SP33k,
70 P30PL3 wh0 4r3'N7 1n mY c7hulhu cL1kw3.

1 m19H7 83 4 933k,
8U7 @ L34s7 1 k4N pHR34K
S0 1 N3V3r W1Ll p4Y pH0R 4 k4LL 1N 7H3 W33K.

K0mMUn1c4710N w1ll 83 7H3 k3Y.
PH0r 9uys l1k3 J00 4ND 9uyS L1k3 m3H.
8U7 'k4Us3 1'M 4 933K
1'M S0m371m3s kw173 M33k
4nD 1 h4V3'n7 KW173 m4s73R3d MY pulL1n9 73Kn1Q.

1'lL 90 70 4 91RL 4nd 1'Ll s4y w17 4 SM1l3:
0100 0110 0110 0001 0110 1110
0110 0011 0111 1001 0010 0000
0110 0001 0010 0000 0110 0111
0110 1111 0010 0000 0110 1111
0110 1110 0010 0000 0110 1101
0111 1001 0010 0000 0110 0001
0110 1110 0111 0100 0110 1001
0111 0001 0111 0101 0110 0101
0010 0000 0100 0001 0111 0100
0110 0001 0111 0010 0110 1001
0011 1111
7H@'s usU4LLY Wh3N 7h3y W1LL RUn 0ff 4 M1l3.
4nd 4Ll 1 K4N D0 1S S4y S0RrY.

Translated Version:
I might be a geek,
But at least I can speak,
To people who aren't in my cthulhu clique.

I might be a geek,
But at least I can phreak
So I never will pay for a call in the week.

Communication will be the key.
For guys like you and guys like me.
But 'cause I'm a geek
I'm sometimes quite meek
And I haven't quite mastered my pulling technique.

I'll go to a girl and I'll say with a smile:
Fancy a go on my antique Atari?
That's usually when they will run off a mile.
And all I can do is say sorry.