An evening well spent.
Becca's and my joint contribution to the world of poetry:
There once was a guy named Myke
Who had an extremely large bike.
He rode through the grass,
Right into a lass,
But he didn't care because she was a dyke.
There once was a guy who played bass
Who was part of a belligerent race.
He killed lots of Jews
And never drank booze
And had a real hideous face.
There once was a sensitive guy.
The slightest thing would make him cry.
We call him a sissy
And he gets all pissy,
But nobody really knows why.
Myke had a doggie named Cubby
Whose face was all squishy and chubby.
She growled from the floor
And bit the glass door.
If you pet her, you'll think she is rubby.
Mike's best buddies Becca and Jessie
Are stylish without being dressy.
Mike likes them them the most
When they cook him a roast
Or clean up his room when it's messy.
There once was a guy named Myke
Who had an extremely large bike.
He rode through the grass,
Right into a lass,
But he didn't care because she was a dyke.
There once was a guy who played bass
Who was part of a belligerent race.
He killed lots of Jews
And never drank booze
And had a real hideous face.
There once was a sensitive guy.
The slightest thing would make him cry.
We call him a sissy
And he gets all pissy,
But nobody really knows why.
Myke had a doggie named Cubby
Whose face was all squishy and chubby.
She growled from the floor
And bit the glass door.
If you pet her, you'll think she is rubby.
Mike's best buddies Becca and Jessie
Are stylish without being dressy.
Mike likes them them the most
When they cook him a roast
Or clean up his room when it's messy.