The baby’s booger;
Peek-a-boo playin’ green bean,
Nuthin’ cute about that.
Saturday, February 26, 2011
Sunday, February 20, 2011
MiniVan Mama
I am in a Poetry class this semester and wanted to share a bit of what my school dollars have earned me....read on!
MINI VAN MAMA
I’ll pierce my butt before I own a van,
that serves to chauffeur cranky booger-heads.
“It’s got all you could want,” said the plain man.
“Except for sass and sex appeal,” I said.
Breadbox armies with Plain-Janes at the front,
pelting my childless head with soccer balls.
"Little Mermaid" drowns out the bawling runts.
Red light. I downshift my ‘vette to a crawl.
My shaded eyes cut at Jane to my right,
her tan aquarium with “wash me” smeared.
Your underwear drawer screams baggy and white,
That blase bin makes your “oomph” disappear!
That toaster-on-wheels looks painted in drool,
You bake-sale-sweatpants-car poolin’fool!
MINI VAN MAMA
I’ll pierce my butt before I own a van,
that serves to chauffeur cranky booger-heads.
“It’s got all you could want,” said the plain man.
“Except for sass and sex appeal,” I said.
Breadbox armies with Plain-Janes at the front,
pelting my childless head with soccer balls.
"Little Mermaid" drowns out the bawling runts.
Red light. I downshift my ‘vette to a crawl.
My shaded eyes cut at Jane to my right,
her tan aquarium with “wash me” smeared.
Your underwear drawer screams baggy and white,
That blase bin makes your “oomph” disappear!
That toaster-on-wheels looks painted in drool,
You bake-sale-sweatpants-car poolin’fool!
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