When I watch TV
I usually eat a peach
Only when they're in season though,
Because other times they're not in reach
Whenever I finish eating them
I'm always in a pickle.
There's the issue of the peach pit
Stupid things are so fickle.
Instead of walking to the kitchen,
To throw in the garbage like a bother,
I play some living room basket ball
With the cup, apparently full of water.
Read at your own risk. Bad & funny poetry done in only one draft. You've been warned!
Sunday, September 30, 2012
Friday, September 14, 2012
Okay fine. We get it
I really don't like your peas and carrots
I really don't like your rice and beans
When it comes to eating, I'm still a noob
Forget these solids, I still want boob.
Wednesday, September 12, 2012
If a picture could talk
If a picture could talk,
Would it cry?
Would it sing?
If a picture could talk,
How long would it go?
Would it matter?
If a picture could talk
Is 1000 words enough?
I asked one once.
It didn't reply,
So, I'm assuming no.
Zero words is enough.
Would it cry?
Would it sing?
If a picture could talk,
How long would it go?
Would it matter?
If a picture could talk
Is 1000 words enough?
I asked one once.
It didn't reply,
So, I'm assuming no.
Zero words is enough.
Tuesday, September 11, 2012
Friday, September 7, 2012
Summer is over
We burned a hole
In all our faces
In all our clothes
In all our skins
We burned a hole
In all our wallets
In all our tv's
And all our lunches
Fall is coming
It's about stinking time
So we can stop burning stuff
Except for leaves.
In all our faces
In all our clothes
In all our skins
We burned a hole
In all our wallets
In all our tv's
And all our lunches
Fall is coming
It's about stinking time
So we can stop burning stuff
Except for leaves.
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