Friday, February 23, 2007
Wednesday, February 21, 2007
The Day Today
Today was the day
I lost my brain--
And haven't found
It since.
Yesterday was the day
That today was the day,
But I only know that
Through a mist.
Now forget that the day
That today was the day,
And forget what I know
Through a mist.
Forget that the day
That today was the day,
I lost my brain--
And haven't found
It since.
I lost my brain--
And haven't found
It since.
Yesterday was the day
That today was the day,
But I only know that
Through a mist.
Now forget that the day
That today was the day,
And forget what I know
Through a mist.
Forget that the day
That today was the day,
I lost my brain--
And haven't found
It since.
I'm Sorry
I'm sorry for the things I said,
About you and the crew,
I'm sorry for the things I did,
Blocking you from veiw,
I'm sorry for the things I made,
Enemies, to name a few,
I'm sorry that I didn't know when
"I'm sorry" would help you.
About you and the crew,
I'm sorry for the things I did,
Blocking you from veiw,
I'm sorry for the things I made,
Enemies, to name a few,
I'm sorry that I didn't know when
"I'm sorry" would help you.
Tuesday, February 20, 2007
Cucumbers
Cucumbers v. Tacos
They will win!
Cucumbers, oh,
Cucumbers,
The rulers of all,
Cucumbers, oh,
Cucumbers,
With not a downfall,
Cucumbers, oh,
Cucumbers,
Faithful within,
Cucumbers, oh,
Cucumbers,
You certainly
Will win
They will win!
Cucumbers, oh,
Cucumbers,
The rulers of all,
Cucumbers, oh,
Cucumbers,
With not a downfall,
Cucumbers, oh,
Cucumbers,
Faithful within,
Cucumbers, oh,
Cucumbers,
You certainly
Will win
Thursday, February 15, 2007
My... erm... Challenge.
My challenge: To write a poem from a kitchen sink's point of veiw.
There's not much to life
Watching Ann heat a pan
Of silvery soup
From a weird looking can,
Nor is there much getting hit
With a pan,
Not just by Suzanne,
But by "sweet little Sam."
There's not much to life
Being in the clan,
That has the life span,
Of a... long time,
But I must tell you that
It's much better than
Being a gigantic,
Tan ceiling fan.
There's not much to life
Watching Ann heat a pan
Of silvery soup
From a weird looking can,
Nor is there much getting hit
With a pan,
Not just by Suzanne,
But by "sweet little Sam."
There's not much to life
Being in the clan,
That has the life span,
Of a... long time,
But I must tell you that
It's much better than
Being a gigantic,
Tan ceiling fan.
Tuesday, February 13, 2007
Mourn the Taco, Perhaps
To live the life of a taco
Would be indescribably bad--
Some lettuce here,
Tortilla shell there,
And cream that passes sour.
A tomato lost,
Ground beef scattered--
When it was lost
You decide it's no matter.
And that's why it's gone
Before you know.
So listen up,
You wanna-be food,
To be a taco would be a foolish thing
To do,
So now you really know.
And before you decide what you wanna be,
Remember what I said about the misery
Of living the life as a poor,
Helpless taco.
Would be indescribably bad--
Some lettuce here,
Tortilla shell there,
And cream that passes sour.
A tomato lost,
Ground beef scattered--
When it was lost
You decide it's no matter.
And that's why it's gone
Before you know.
So listen up,
You wanna-be food,
To be a taco would be a foolish thing
To do,
So now you really know.
And before you decide what you wanna be,
Remember what I said about the misery
Of living the life as a poor,
Helpless taco.