

One Last TimeIn her silent despair She watched her husbandOne Last Time
Her one true love Putting on his camouflage pants, shirt, And leather lace-up boots Making not a fashion statement But a statement to serve one’s country For it would be that spring day When she would say, “I love you.” One last time She cried so long for him Begging, pleading for him not to go Throwing her body Against the solid oak front door But his mind was made As he gently placed his hands on her hips And pulled her into one last Long goodbye hug Then he strode out the door One


Thanks a Lot ShakespeareI can’t write a sonnet It’s just not in me I work so hard on it But the rhymes don’t agreeThanks a Lot Shakespeare
So I sit and I stare My poetic words few It isn’t fair to assign something That I just can’t do
So I throw away my pen And refuse to write anymore I won’t try this again As I storm out the door
If I could write a sonnet, I’d not be here It’s all your fault, I blame you Shakespeare


Your Muffin, My CupcakeI am delicious Directly out of the pan Hot, crisp, and steamy With a golden-brown tanYour Muffin, My Cupcake
Break me open And watch my steam rise Examine my every goodness With your wide, admiring eyes
Taste me I dare you to try I am so perfect And you’ll soon know why
Try me in every flavor Chocolate, blueberry, and poppy seed I can’t wait to be eaten To fulfill your every need
I am the one You look forward to all day But don’t worry I can wait On your counter I’ll stay
Love at first sight It’s me you lov


For the Love of FoodI walked into a restaurant And couldn’t believe what I saw The things that were going on there Had to be against the lawFor the Love of Food
I knelt down to the carpet That to me looked old And felt its furry texture Only finding out it was mold
After putting my hand in mold I began to feel sick I looked for the bathroom And ran to it quick
I reached for the door handle My fingers slid on the grease I was scared to see what was behind the door So the handle I decided to release
Heading back to the restaurant I wiped my hands on my pan
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~* "Farewell to old friends, let's raise our glass to the bitter end" *~
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~* "Farewell to old friends, let's raise our glass to the bitter end" *~
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Thanks for watching my other account.
I'm still trying to think of a sequel to Actress and should be putting on this account soon.
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I don't squirm. I flail. Less restrictive, more expressive.
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I don't squirm. I flail. Less restrictive, more expressive.
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-George Harrison
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