Spread Bad Poetry
If Bad Poetry
were spreadable
like so much jam,
would you spread it?
On TOAST?!?
If Bad Poetry
were spreadable
like so much jam,
would you spread it?
On TOAST?!?
Butter.
In a jar.
How did it
get there
from far?
Invisible
Pink
Unicorn
Butter
Fairies.
DUH!
Oooo!
Eeee!
*gasp*!
Ah ah ah ha!
Owwieee!!!!
I hate pain.
To choose a job
In 13 mins.
How silly.
. . .
Job #2 please.
Oh sorrow. Oh noes.
Birthing class is upon me.
Many pregnant women
in one room. Egads!
Bring on the pickles,
pass the ice cream.
Husbands cringe
and can eat no more
leftovers.
Tonight I shall know
in graphic detail
just where babies
come from.
I'm hoping it's a Stork
else I'll be sick for weeks.
Is it good
to be happy
when your
number
is dismissed?
Or 'tis it
better to gladly
do your duty
and yell
"GUILTY!"
at the top of your
lungs?
I still don't know
since my number
was dismissed.
(My paycheck is
happy though)
A perfect head's
not so hard to find.
Just look for one
without hair.
Burrito, burrito
oh so large.
Why did I eat
you so late at night?
Tossing and turning
all night long,
you interrupted my
sleep and got your revenge.
Nonetheless, you silly
inanimate food object,
it did not affect your
taste. Yum!
When up is down
and you're lying on the ground,
that's vertigo.
When left is right
and you can't even fight,
that's vertigo.
When right is up
or down is left
when your knees buckle
and your food won't stay in . . .
yup. Vertigo again.
Vertigo. It's not just
a thrilling movie.
Weekend.
Week. End.
Weak-End.
Ending weak
after a weak
week of meek
cheek-ines.
The weekend
is for not working.
