Catch this Daddio
As promised, bad, perhaps injurious poetry in exchange for naming the my/ the puppies' multifunctional device WubblyWittleBabyMikeyPantsyFace. WubblyWittleBabyMikeyPantsyFace is having a grand ol' time with the puppy, doing God knows what with its head "thingy."
Once upon a night cold and dreary
SuperKate's nips were hard and Leary
Driving for a boy drunk and teary
Quick swerve left
Oh, No! Glowe-red
Sad and bereft
Superkate's bug chartsues is now
And boy chin cleft
As his head
Out the window-eft
Painting the towned
And....
Ode upon an umbralier
Among the stars once I saw
an umbralier dancing gaily
above a flaxen maid
the innocents she held
betwixt
captive in her bosoms
the left one held guard
the right pummeled
cheese she ate
with glee
and admired the spectacle
below her clavical
in fuliginous light
of an umbralier
Stay tuned for "Chipper meets Dan Savage"!
posted by Jeff @ 10:07 PM
5 Comments:
I love it! Yer my hero ChipperPants.
Also, for the record, I've never hit-and-runned anyone, much less a chin-clefted boy.
To attest as to how bad my poetry is, the first one is about New Years.
CleftChin people should not be allowed to exist. They make the rest of us non buttchinned people look like we aren't trying hard enough. And that just isn't fair. We try. We really do. We just weren't dropped on a sharp corner, chin first, when we were babies.
LOL, I can see it now. Although I have to say that sadly my nipples were neither hard nor leary. And you forgot the bit about the Swedish Chef. Can't forget that. But I still think it's a fabulous bit of poetry.
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