I thought I had to take a poo
It turned out that it wasn't true
I closed the door and turned and sat
I sighed. I stood. And... oops!
I shat.
Not based on a true story.
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Friday, February 20, 2009
Poem
I thought I had to take a poo
I thought I had to take a poo
It turned out that it wasn't true
I closed the door and turned and sat
I sighed. I stood. And... oops!
I shat.
Not based on a true story.
I thought I had to take a poo
It turned out that it wasn't true
I closed the door and turned and sat
I sighed. I stood. And... oops!
I shat.
Not based on a true story.
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7 comments:
You should have no problem writing a masters thesis with writing as quality as that. Oh how I miss you.
*shakes head*
Oh, Dan.
Andy - I miss you too. And the masters thesis actually has to be in iambic pentameter, so I'm in good shape.
The "View" - Yeah. You know you love it. ;)
So not the same when it's not being recited. :)
But I still think that Shel Silverstein would be very proud.
Anders - I could only hope to make Shel proud. I actually memorized one of his longer poems ("I'm an alley cat with one life left") in grade school. We would get a sticker if we could recite a poem on command in the halls. Go fig.
So basically, I owe you a sticker.
Ha!! So awesome. So Dan.
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