The chocolate ice cream enters my mouth
Down my throat, it goes south
To my tummy, because it's so yummy!
How's that? Juvenile, but poetry was never my strong point. The only other possibility was haiku, which Greg already did. Or I could do free form, but I think that would be a disaster and a half.
Things are going well. I got my jury duty postponed. I don't mind serving, but now is just not the right time. I know an inordinate number of people taking summer classes, so I hope things are going well for them.
Lastly: hi Gary! Because I know you're reading this.
7 comments:
That poem is great. Now I'm catching up on all of your posts! It's pretty amazing that there are five of you who are doing this! My brother and I couldn't. Mostly because I'd get bored and post 8 times a day and he would forget about it or just post pictures of cat macros. And then some swear words.
Also, how does Blogger know that I'm smarch? CLEVER.
Zaz! That would be better as a verb, I think. As in, "I'm totally zazzed that you're reading the blog!"
For my siblings: this is Smarch. She is awesome.
For Smarch: it probably got your name from gmail. I know, not as cool as Google becoming sentient and finding out who you are through human stalkery techniques.
I this comment is almost as long as my post.
That is...
"I THINK this comment is almost as long as my post."
I wish my fingers would keep up with my brain.
Ya nice poem anne.
That poem sucked balls
Take that to the bank and cash it.
Frank, you're turning into Bill. Drastic measure are required to fix this.
not a very impressive poem.
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