This is post 2 tonight.
A poem for the one I love.
She cleans the house
She mops the floor
She cooks the meals
And so much more
She's way too good
For a guy like me
I'm glad I made
Her marry me
I'm not as bad
As I make me sound
I do things too
When I'm around
But without her
I'm a hat with no bill
I suppose that would make me
A skull cap
That last stanza
Did not rhyme
Tony Danza
Simply sublime
And now I'm making
Up these phrases
I should be baking
Doughnuts with glazes
But then again
I know I will not
A dorsal fin
Was on the fish I caught
Now I stop
With this silly poem
My wife is HOT
I want her home
Friday, August 22, 2008
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Joel for U.S. Poet Laureate! Seriously, this was probably the best poem I've read in four or five years. I'm not sure if that's a testament to your writing skills, or to the fact that I haven't read any poetry in four or five years...
When I type in those weird-looking letters on the computer to verify that I'm not a machine trying to spam your blog, my computer does that little drop-box thing where it tries to guess what I'm about to write. It's always WAY off.
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