Sunday, November 8, 2009

Maybe some club soda and salt will help

Zero comments so far on yesterday's Twitter post.
Since, if I remember correctly, the other thing you guys hate is my poetry, I might as well go ahead and do that next.
It's ok.
I still love you anyway.
Well... most of you.
Some of you.
Ok... I might still like that guy over there in the corner; the one in the red shirt with the taco stain on the shoulder.

I'm tired. I'm taking a nap.
My bed's right there; don't need a map!
Though I look sad and cheap
While I'm trying to sleep

Please don't kill me and sell me for scrap

Your shirt has a taco grease spot
I stared, and much bigger it got
Now the tacos are gone
Without chances to spawn
And you still didn't share. (Thanks a lot!)


Marilyn said...

I knew it. You don't love me anymore!

Anonymous said...

ohh, limericks

Janna said...

Marilyn: What? You mean you're NOT the one with the red shirt and the taco stain?

Grace: LOL. I'm going to pretend people actually like them. :) It'll be fun.

MikeWJ at Too Many Mornings said...

What's Twitter?

Also, you seem to be worried about getting killed in your sleep. Try not to worry. You probably won't know anyway.

Janna said...

MikeWJ: (*gasp*) (!!!)