I’m sorry that I’ve been too busy
To write anything funny.
And now I’ve started sneezing,
And my nose is all runny.
I come into work and
I read all your blogs,
When I got home last night,
I went for a jogs.
Everyday around eleven,
I start to get real busy.
I have three parties on Satuday,
That are sure to rock the hizzy.
Something got screwed up
And I’m dousing the fire.
That black guy on Lost
Is apparently a liar.
I’ve got nothing to do right now,
So I’m writing a post.
My favorite actor from Happy Days
Is probably Donny Most.
But I’m sure in about an hour,
I’ll be stuck on a call.
The best thing about a tiger attack,
Is using the word “maul.”
And I’m sure I’ll get stuck here,
And I’ll have to work late.
I’m thinking we’ll do silent birth,
Like Tom and like Kate.
I’ll go home tonight,
I’ll be awake until One.
Today is going to be 80
With nothing but Sun.
And I’ll wake up tomorrow
And do it all over.
Red Rover Red Rover
Please shoot me.
19 comments:
Excellent! Especially the last verse!
You're like Jack Kerouac. You should find a publisher.
Try a haiku:
Starburst candies are
Flavored fruit, colored like rainbow.
I'll have a Mentos.
Shit. My second line has 8 syllables. I'm going to go eat a bottle of Nuprin.
(what ever happened to Nuprin, little yellow, different?)
getting a little antsy and impatient to be a daddy, sounds like to me. :)
Dr. Seuss would SO be jealous right now.
I don't know about anyone else here but you had me in suspense....until that last verse.
You tease.
I'm not sure Tom and Katie actually had a baby.
Bam! You're dead
God. Sometimes I wake up in the middle of the night from sobbing, and I wonder, "Why aren't I as cool as Timmy-poo?" I fucking hate myself.
chuck - thanks. The last verse was the most heartfelt.
tf- nice try. I understand your point though. I get it. I really get it.
joo- pretty much. That or work is killing me right now.
steph - I am Dr. Seuss.
min - yeah, I'm pretty much the best suspense writer of our time.
?pixie? - blasmphemy!
mel - thank you!!
madE - are you mocking me?!?
my awesomeness is leaking onto your blog.
you need a better mop.
No, seriously. That was a great poem. It makes me want to do one. But then I realized I would be copying you. And then I realized that I wish I had thought of a lot of the things you blog about. But you have to have a sense of humor and I'm just a bitch so it would never work.
"blasmphemy"?
Hey, then show us the damn baby and quite smiling and laughing all the time Tomcat—you're starting to freak me out.
Whoops, that's "quit" not "quite"—and after I just made fun of you for spelling "blasphemy" wrong. I suck.
Personally, I preferred "things on my desk that don't rhyme." But that's just me.
mk - I'll just drink it all up
MadE- yeah, you are a bitch.
pixie - ha! idiot!
tpp - I DO have other things on my desk...
We're still friends, right?
i have a gun you can borrow
Shhh! you have to warn me before you talk about lost! I'm about 4million light years behind over here.
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