Thursday, April 26, 2007

Yet Even More of National Poetry Month

Razors pain you;
Rivers are damp;
Acids stain you;
And drugs cause cramp.
Guns aren't lawful;
Nooses give;
Gas smells awful;
You might as well live.

3 comments:

Hahn at Home said...

DP was quite the woman, wasn't she? I'd have loved to play some poker with her.

Clio Bluestocking said...

She would drink me right under the table! It would be a fun night.

Loose Baggy Monster said...

I think I should print this poem out and plaster it around my office while I write. Thanks for the poetry break!

 

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