He hated her cheer
And it’s perfumey clean smell.
He always used Tide.
He always used Tide
to cover up the smell of
festering bodies
Festering Bodies
Is that awesome new punk band
That sings about grout
that sings about grout
that could compose poetry
make the grout-less weep
Make the grout-less weep
Lacking new ceramic tile
In cheap bathrooms.
In cheap bathrooms
the ones with holes in the wall
What the hell is that?!
What the hell is that?!
His blind date cried horrified
As his pants came off.
As his pants came off
He thought “Glad I’ve got my thong”
Too bad it’s backwards
“Too bad it’s backwards,”
thought Obama, listening
to GOP jive.
In honor of the healthcare summit at Blair House.
to GOP jive
the sounds that can drive a soul
to the brink of death
To the brink of death
And verily back again
yet he will not die.
Yet he will not die
how many times must I stab?
Now I need a nap
Now I need a nap
It had been so long but now
I’m unhorned (for now).
I’m unhorned (for now)
tomorrow I will be horned
or maybe horny
Or maybe horny
Is not the word that fits here.
What a tough crossword!
Feeding the baby
at all hours, day and night;
parenthood’s hard work!
What a tough crossword!
Too many conflicting posts
which should I answer?
which should I answer?
the most recent one, of course
we must preview posts!
Which should I answer?
No question answers itself
Feeding the baby
then from Elendil’s Heir:
We must preview posts
So that we might sometimes avoid
Looking like morons.