Tuesday, April 28, 2009

Ibid's Poetry Corner

Today I do battle with my arch nemesis Paul N. and his dreaded tiny yellow specks of doom. So while my sinuses crawl off to die you get some old poetry of mine.

Roses are green,
Violets are orange,
Don't take the brown pills,
The spiders are inside my eyes.

Yankee Doodle went to town
Riding on a pony
Stuck a feather in his cap
And got his legs broken by someone he owed a lot of money to.

And now you know why I'm a programmer instead of a poet.

3 comments:

BrianAlt said...

I never could have guessed you were a programmer!

Sweetly Single said...

wow written like a true.....oh won't go there

Hope you feel better soon my friend

GreenCanary said...

Love muffin, you scare me.