A poet and I know it
When I was clearing out all my crap to get ready for our garage sale I found a large stack of poems that I had written. Some of them dated back to when I was in high school but a lot of them were from when Joseph was a baby. They're ...... pretty bad. I guess a couple of them are ok but most of them are sort of dopey. I did get a chuckle out of this one though:
It comes in so many colors
green
brown
yellow
orange
It can have so many textures
smooth
chunky
hard
soft
runny
Sometimes it smells like buttered popcorn
Is it possible
That I have spent too much time
Changing diapers?
And I liked this one a lot too:
Skinny girl, oh skinny girl
What happens when
You sit on the toilet?
If you wear a size sero
Is your butt wide enough
To keep you
From falling
In?
Jen
4 comments:
*crosses fingers for buttered popcorn always*
Those are lovely.
I love the skinny girl one, I never thought of that, but it must be a serious problem. Thank God I don't have to worry about it!
Skinny girl...food for thought. :)
Poopy diapers...just yuck!
I think the best part is how you can tell the poop poem is about poop, before you're even three words in :D
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