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Thu 13 Oct, 2005 01:24 pm
Dancing With Chef Boyardee
Chef Boyardee, dare
you mentally undress me
without, first, a dance?
Wow. That is so beautiful.
Inspired by your avatar I wrote this:
Drink the kool-aide now
Demanded Reverand Jim Jones
Who me? Uh. Okay.
Hey thanks!
How about:
My Aunt Jemimah
Was sweet on your Uncle Ben
But Betty crocked her
You two are hilarious!
Let me try now....
Stouffers stuffs your mouth
so the cook is off today
going to the beach.
...or this one:
Skippy with peanuts
makes Peter Pan flying high
smooth landing on bread.
Very existential, CJane.
You inspired me:
The beach sounds so nice
Alas, my swimsuit won't fit
Thanks Little Debbie
We could get a lot of money for this...
So get an agent for us Gargamel..
Lean Cuisine is good
Weight Watchers even better
Sport is the answer.
Small spots on my blouse,
sauce all over me! Curse you,
damn Spaghetti-os!
Now don't go doggin' the chef!
But nice haiku anyhow.
Thanks.
How's about a nice
Hawaiian Punch? Sure? No, wait,
I wasn't ready
A fairy wrestler
Wants me to eat a Slim Jim
But I'm too freaked out
At CostCo and Sams
I buy my Macaroni
Because I love it
Dear miniature
Candy bars that come in sacks,
I think I love you.
Pre-cut cookies at
350 for twelve minutes
Makes a tasty treat.
Now I need a snack.
But if my kid sees me, I
Must give her some, too.
DrewDad wrote:Pre-cut cookies at
350 for twelve minutes
Makes a tasty treat.
I see this is a "found poem."
So very postmodern of you, DrewDad.
Gargamel wrote:DrewDad wrote:Pre-cut cookies at
350 for twelve minutes
Makes a tasty treat.
I see this is a "found poem."
So very postmodern of you, DrewDad.
Er... Was it lost? What's a "found poem?"
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