Feb 12, 2011 08:19
My sister punched me in the head
It hurt me oh! so bad
What caused my twin's violent tendencies?
I didn't separate out my tees.
I hate to do the laundry so
A fact my kindly twin does know
She does it all ev'ry week
A fate that is not for the weak.
One bad habit do I retain
Despite her efforts to me train
Both shirts at once off I pull
And dump into the laundry basket full.
And when she speaks to me soft and low
"GOD DAMMIT AMY TO HELL AND BELOW"
I nod and promise to reform
And yet Mt Laundry continues to form.
This poem she wrote for me
To remind me of my responsibility
Pull the shirts I wear apart
Or my head shall smart and smart.
random,
poemtry,
rl