A Royal Treat
Oh mighty king
your sausage so tempting.
Your servant loves Jo,
and I must eat at your table.
Breakfast at BK is a royal treat!
Oh mighty king
your sausage so tempting.
Your servant loves Jo,
and I must eat at your table.
Breakfast at BK is a royal treat!
I wanted to write a poem.
I really really did.
I even made a bid -
For a word that rhymes with "poem".
In the end I must blame myself.
For no one else is here.
I cannot dodge this fear -
That all fingers point to myself.
Still, I shall endeavor not
To pain you with my doubts.
Come hell or high weather,
I should shirk my duties not.
If quality you find lacking
and how could you not
as meter ryme and art go astray.
I blame it all on this confounded cold!
Spooky, flying, ever gliding -
my hair on end, and skin crawling -
spectral doom comes without hiding.
Cruel witch's face, goblin frame
with hatred bares her yellow fangs.
Flinching, I wonder why I came.
Door opens. Cold dread grips my heart.
Evil fiends aligned against me.
Now the marketing meeting starts.
clear
10-4
roger wilco
where's waldo
"Please give me more time",
he cried in a spare moment.
Does this poem rhyme?
On snowy mountain peaks
the long haired goats speak with bleats.
So too my wrong keys.
Bad programming style
arbitrary method names
you can't do nor teach
tumblr, youtube, mail.
brain cells withering to dust,
but it sure beats working.
Your tresses are the brown of the stygian depths.
Your muscles ripple like a mountain goat.
Your eyes like the soulless stare of those on meth.
Your lips like the shores of a castle moat.
Jedediah you are THE dreamy hunk monkey!
Some like techno
Some like hip hop
Some like disco
Some like to rawk
Poor souls like country
poorer few opera
Photonut likes noise
and I don't mean rap
