Hmph

Nov 21, 2004 20:17

'twas the night before Monday and all through the house
not a creature was stirring, not even my fat ass.

The fridge was empty, the T.V. was blaring,
I sit at this monitor, blankly staring.

The chair creaks as I sway, no doubt the result;
of five years of age, and 180 pounds of fat.

I know this dumb poem, doesn't seem to rhyme,
The Gators won yesterday, Woot woot, that's fine.

Bowden is shameful, "wide right" comes to memory,
The mistakes were plentiful, so was Chris Ricks'...fe..mo...ry.? (WTF rhymes with memory?)

As I sit back thinking, all about my weekend,
Well it was crap, that's all I can...recall.

I went to a wedding of someone I didn't know,
The wedding was, on cash they must have been low.

The smell that permeated from that man's jacket,
It was of beer and cigars, their life must be tragic.

Overall I think, that Rosie O'donnel is fat,
I'd rather drown in acid, than see her big fat crack.

Total random, the above statement was,
I really don't know, why that's because.

Now as I end, this really lame poem,
I'll say that the Gators really did show'em.

Should I try out for drum major, or play the tuba?
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