Bad Poetry. Actually, my love is like bad poetry, and because I am feeling so flowers and disney and happy today (watch out, my teacher persona almost never makes public appearances) , I thought we could all write a bad poem together. And we all knows how I LOVES me some bad poetry. It's not like I'm asking you to send me money. Just take a few seconds and whip something out. (And no, I don't mean that kind of something and that kind of whipping and that kind of outing) Don't reduce me to begging, y'all. Which I am not TOO proud to do.
My favorite poems are the ones of the alliterative type. I'll start with the letter A, because my name is Alex, and because this is my blog, YOU! please take a letter and run with it. When we're all done, I'll post it and oh it will be so much fun the posting and the collective and the collaborative. Okay? Okay. Ready? Here we go....
A is for Alex who is always obtuse.
Now YOU.
keep reading »C is for Christmas which was SO lame this year.
I sat around and drank rum and beer.
My friends and I played dominos
And when the guys were around, we acted like some skanky ass hoes.
Ok so hoes we was just fakin,
we're all hot ass chicks who are totally taken.
Two of us have men who sleep in the sand,
the other two make theirs use their hand (GET IT? GET IT?!?!).
Come on, bad poetry rules!
(Not really!)
O is for orange, for which nothing rhymes.
I've tried and I've tried over one hundred times.
No matter what word I place next to it,
That dumb fucking orange won't rhyme, not worth shit.
The moral, my friends, to this little rhyme,
Is that orange stands alone, so don't waste your time.
R is for Rebecca, for which I wish my mom had always called me.
B is for the crispy Bacon that Alex so desperately wanted.
M is for ME... which is very nice to bed. :)
LOL yeah, I RAWK the bad poetry! *pumps fist in the air, grabs crotch, spins, realized people are watching, walks off stage* Sorry. :(
N is for no school today.
Y is for yay, yay, yay.
F is for Friday won't come too soon after today.
T is for tonight the bachelorette comes on.
Y is for yesterday i didn't have to get ready to go to school today.
i think my poetry is hands down the worst.