Sunday, April 27, 2003

Poem:

Life is like an acorn.
Sometimes you fall down,
And a squirrel eats you.
But hey, its not that bad
Because the squirrel has a meal.

Poem # 2

Poems don't always make sense
Poems don't always rhyme.
Poems don't always have a point.
Dig it?

Poem # 3: a Haiku

Hey hey hey hey hey.
Hey hey hey hey hey hey hey.
Hey hey hey hey hey.

Poem # 4: another Haiku

Strawberries are good.
Piccolos are better, though.
Are they related?

Poem # 5

Chads are holes.
They come from papers.
Papers that have been punched.
By a hole puncher that is.

They make a mess.
They float to the ground
When dropped that is.
They are very fun.

Chads are like doughnut holes.
They are not really holes.
They are the stuff where a donut has none.
Or in this case, the paper.


Thank you for reading my poems. Hopefully you were intellectually stimulated by them. Hopefully they will not be perplexing to you... if so.. please call our hotline: 1-800-I-AM-A-DORK. Once again, I hope you appreciated my literary works.

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