Wednesday, January 23, 2008

Friends are like peeps in a microwave

Verelle is a friend of mine. I wrote this poem for her:

The other night you were here
against the misty atmosphere
breathing deeply you gave a sneer
and now I want a beer

One day you said hello
and so I wrote it in a note
and now I like tacos

My favorite color is yellow
like the peeps in Othello
and I ate your cat, Aussie.

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