Bad poetry

[valis2]

I don't know about you...but I wrote reams of horrible poetry in high school. Angsty drivel that makes my eyes bleed just think about it. I also wrote some rather bizarre wacky things as well. (The jello mold entry a few days ago was a good example.)

Can't think of much to say today, so I'll just give you another snippet for fun. If you can't laugh at your own bad poetry, after all, how can you expect to laugh at anyone else's?

Okay, two snippets. They're short.

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Crisp Niagara Falls

Seventy-five cents I give to your horseshoe, Niagara. Loom big and suffer barrel-jumpers, will you, Niagara dear? Thanks.

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My Socks

drift over in the upper right-hand corner of my room---

a typewriter floats nonchalantly out my window---

I walk on the ceiling, blissfully unaware---

And then my $@&% alarm clock rings.

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[valis2.livejournal.com]

Then you know my pain. My sympathies.