poetry corner... or something like that
I have nothing constructive to say today.
Instead I bring you this poem, which I wrote a month ago. Fab will recognize it, because I texted it to him immediately afterward.
Frozen boobs and frozen toes
This is how our winter goes
Frosty poles are hard to lick
And cold winds make a shrunken dick.
This is how our winter goes
Frosty poles are hard to lick
And cold winds make a shrunken dick.
And also, just for the heck of it, I bring you this:
8 comments:
I like that it's an equal opportunity poem. Wait. Its? It's? You know what I mean!
I think it's "frosty poles are hard to lick BECAUSE cold winds make a shrunken dick"...
Oh, and see the cartoon - this is why I can't be a postal worker...
The sentiments expressed by your philisophical and heartfelt poetry always bring a tear to my eyes.
That is too funny! With my feelings lately of the USPS, that cartoon definitely hit my funny bone!
I raise a glass to frozen boobs,
frozen toes and frozen poles.
But what I hates the most of all?
Prevalence of frozen holes.
Well, at least it was hilarious.
awesome poem!
Lynda: I strive to be an equal opportunity blogger.
Spooker/Morgen: Now I feel the urge to photoshop you into a postal uniform...
Steve: I feel the same way about you.
Lynne: I'm glad you liked it! :)
Whall: Nice!
KyraSutra: I'm glad! :)
Becky: Thank you! :)
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