Wednesday, November 9, 2011

Po[e]m

If you'll recall, often at work I get bored and write poems. . .I won't say there any good--but they happen, and occasionally, I blog about them. Here's what happened this morning:

I know this guy who has brains for teeth and doesn't like to eat beef. 
every time he opens his mouth statistics march out like who has the most Olympic gold medals and what rain boots are made of
I'm sitting there chomping on a hamburger and wondering how many inches of snow they get in Alberta, Canada in a year, but I don't dare ask because he'll start in on the life cycle of a praying mantis 
so I still won't know the answer, but I might have some ketchup on my lip. I think what he needs is a steak. 

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