Thursday, July 20, 2006

A Poem Written from the Perspective of a Cleanly Lady who Recently had Guests

How dare you
leave a poopy
thumbsmear on my wall?
I just repainted that room
and despite the obvious
fact that you had a
difficult time wiping,
that is no excuse for
the printsmudgesmear
you left behind
as evidence.

2 comments:

Anonymous said...

Awesome! I love this one. Stupid old people. Stupid poop thumbprints.

Anonymous said...

POEM WRITTEN FROM THE PERSPECKTIVE OF GUESTS RECENTLY VISITING A LADIES HOUSE

WEE THIS IS FUN, I FEEL GOOD

UH-O IM HAVING PROBLEMS

MY GUTS ARE GOING CRAZY

OH KNOW NOW MY THUMBS ALL STINKY

OOPS MY BALANCE

THIS WILL NOT BE VISIBLE ON A LIGHT BLUE WALL

ILL JUST LEAVE IT

AND HEAD FOR THE VEGETABLE PLATTER