A poem for caveman carl
Carl, i noticed a poem you wrote. That thing sucked. It looked like you took a dump on your keyboard and pressed enter! Just kiddin' But seriously, if you want to make a good poem, it should be about something that kicks ass and is cool at the same time. I'm terrible at writing poems, but i'll try to make one just for you, carl. I'll give you credit for it, because i sure as hell don't want to be responsible for it. AHEM!
I was drinking coffee and reading one night.
Our eyes met and I asked her for a bite.
We met up after a couple of days.
In an upscale restaurant, a real ritzy place.
Soon, I had her laughing (I knew I had a chance).
I then held her hands softly, she was in a trance.
I looked deep into her eyes, a feeling arose from my heart.
And that's when I gave her... a two-minute-fart.
Two minutes long. No more, no less.
It sure did stink, you wouldn't have to guess.
Five silent minutes passed. The shocked look was still on her.
I smiled and casually blamed it on the waiter.
She got up and ran from that place.
I played along and went on the chase.
Months have passed, once in a while I see her.
She plays dumb and acts as if I'm a stranger.
For now, I'll go along and play her little game.
But I will never forget her beautiful name.
It was.. like... Jen or Janet or something like that... Oh well, that doesn't really matter.
What does matter is the legend of the two-minute-fart.
Sorry carl, that is kinda based on that date you had. My bad. Thanks for the bag gloves bro. C ya.
I was drinking coffee and reading one night.
Our eyes met and I asked her for a bite.
We met up after a couple of days.
In an upscale restaurant, a real ritzy place.
Soon, I had her laughing (I knew I had a chance).
I then held her hands softly, she was in a trance.
I looked deep into her eyes, a feeling arose from my heart.
And that's when I gave her... a two-minute-fart.
Two minutes long. No more, no less.
It sure did stink, you wouldn't have to guess.
Five silent minutes passed. The shocked look was still on her.
I smiled and casually blamed it on the waiter.
She got up and ran from that place.
I played along and went on the chase.
Months have passed, once in a while I see her.
She plays dumb and acts as if I'm a stranger.
For now, I'll go along and play her little game.
But I will never forget her beautiful name.
It was.. like... Jen or Janet or something like that... Oh well, that doesn't really matter.
What does matter is the legend of the two-minute-fart.
Sorry carl, that is kinda based on that date you had. My bad. Thanks for the bag gloves bro. C ya.