Friday, January 27, 2012

Bad timing

I was late for a date, and ran with all my might.
I hit the door when it closed, now I bleed from my thigh.

Driving my car, the yellow light came
Just a little late, and got a ticket, so lame.

Two days before marriage, a full-body rash
Turns out she's not into that, just fair skin and M.A.S.H

Watching TV on lottery day, with Thanksgiving dinner.
Too bad it's June, and I'm not the big winner.

1 comment:

  1. The concept of you having a date puts the entire poem into question, as I can't accept that reality.

    As a result, I didn't read any other part of it, so I think I'm safe giving you a F--

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