Monday, December 15, 2008

a lovely poem spawned from boredom. and genius

...............sigh....
here i sit, on my butt
laptop open on my gut
connie stares forward blankly
the father soon joins in
I think "well, now quite frankly
I might as well give in."

here I lay, on my back
like a big fat 'tatoe sack
staring blankly at the screen
mother trips and stumbles
I realize that it seems real mean
but I laugh as she grumbles

She trips again, and yet again
I should probably move my cord
whatever

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