Sunday, August 19, 2012

Happy National Bad Poetry Day!

Woke up this morning to my dog's incontinence
The saddest telling of life in full speed
Alone on the high way this morning, a detour ahead
The saddest telling of life indeed
But my coffee's still hot and the bananas I bought,
     were surprisingly tasty and sweet
But now I have gas. I'm pinching my ass,
     so I don't wake my co-workers sleep

1 comment:

  1. I know I'm late to the party.
    And my prose is as stale as melba
    But your verses about being farty
    Are rockin' like the music from Zelda

    And though it may sound kind of rude
    There's music in flatulent places
    If I eat enough Indian food
    I think I can play Camp Town Races.

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