to: the donut and the driver

i am sad that you can't visit.
our soiree wont be the same.
it's only snow, come on, get with it!
on you i cannot place the blame.

we had the guest room prepped and ready;
clean sheets, towels, food, and wine.
fun events and plans to party...
we'll just do it all next time!

DON'T STOP BELIEVING

"don't stop believing!
hold on to that feeling...
streetlights, people...whoaa!!"

just a little tribute

poo

red is for the rage i feel
when you call me names and bite my heel.
green is for your nasty bogies
thank allah that we're not old fogies.
orange is my favorite fruit;
what rhymes with fruit except for poot?
my post-it notes are all quite yellow;
like your belly, you fat fellow!
blue is for the sky so vast
like your very shady past.
purple is because i'm gay.
i don't care what you say.
turquoise reminds me of the beach
where i like to check out hotties. ha!
this doesn't rhyme on purpose just to
piss you mean people off who criticize me for not writing enough.
pink is pretty, don't you think?
i am so close, so on the brink
of something new and exciting.
i need some freakin' blingin' bling!
black is for your cold, cold heart.
you look like poo and smell like fart.
i love my ring, so gold and shiny,
like your big and fat, white hiney.
now i must go and work work work.
insurance sucks.

Our Elite Positions

Oh, my little Erin,
For your humor you should be a Barron.
Work is so lame,
If only we could play a game.
The bird that flew by was a Herron.

Today is a day of work.
I feel like a freakin' tax clerk.
I'm working so hard,
I'll turn into a retard.
For that comment I'm a jerk.

by B$

it's funny you say you're a retard,
for i often wear a tight leotard.
i stand on my toes
and cry for my woes
when i should just call you a big tard!

by poet 1

ily

(this one's about my fiance...i'm so romantic!)

the touch of your lips
the sway of your hips
the smell of your hair
your skin so bare

i love you my dear
to you i am near
my heart does delight
resting in your sight

Bogies!!

At work was I, and working hard.
I reached in my file for letterhead.
My hand recoiled - I had the card...
I looked, I gasped, I'd rather be dead!

For there on my finger, all green and hairy,
(Oh how I wish it was covered in sugar!)
'Twas tiny, and yet, incredibly scary!
I found sitting there a wee little booger!