SILLY LITTLE POEMS

I just returned from another night of work.  Strangely I have grown to love this job which scares me.  I do not want to become a Disney character.

In any event, my extreme fatigue will prevent me from writing a post about forests and getting lost.  That much longer post will have to wait until tomorrow.

Instead I will share a couple silly poems.  I am not a poet.  However, a teacher once told me that one should never apologize for a gift and writing is a gift so that is the extent of the apologies I shall offer.

Different friends inspire different kinds of poetry.  My future roommie and recently single friend, Seth (hot 24-year-old future attorney with a great smile) is quite silly and inspires limericks.  I have written him about seven poems so far.  The most recent limerick was inspired by a series of questions he posed to our fellow law students about their decision to purchase the most expensive computer offered by the school.  Here it is:

There lived a man named Blinder
Who craved cheap computers and binders
He looked low and high
Asked who, what, where and why
Must computers come with automatic meat grinders?

Another Seth inspired poem:

There once was a boy named Seth

Who said, “I want minty fresh breath!”

He took all his pills

And paid the doctor bills

The Smithsonian wants his mouth upon death  

Cheesy?  Yes.  Seth is the boy with a cheesy grin that will make any boy flip so I think this works.

My boyfriend, on the other hand, inspires slam poetry which is odd since I have never written a slam poem prior to writing poetry for him.  Here is the boyfriend inspired poem:

A singer, preacher and lifestyle teacher,
this boy's gots the goods that will turn
any man into a insane creacher. The
dude knows how to chit chat and eat a
good big snack and mack on all the
Johns and Jacks. I'm putting him in a
jar so he won't go far for this phat cat
knows how to make out on the beach
and in a car. Lovely grins is his game
and sins are his shame so file in line,
dudes, cats and maniacs for this little
ghetto freak is rocking the world and he
ain't no Greek. No, sir, he's in island
chico that is down low with the booty
row using his H-pass to justify his sass.
Dude, this cat's got style. He makes
me smile.

If you are now barfing, I do apologize.  I'll keep working on that poetry.

2:02:23 AM