Alas my dear friend Trapper
Found one of his posts in the crapper
Tho' he's usually quite placid,
One thought he was acid
And took him to task with a Zapper
If food is poison, then my request
Is to lay a candy bar upon my chest,
So when I arise
In yon Paradise
I can continue my chocolate quest.
Believe it or not I am a prize winning and locally published poet. Now y'all know why I wear a bag over my head on Curezone. Thanks for a fun thread; being silly has helped me make it through a pain-filled day.
Its fixin' to snow
So I gotta go
When the weather turns icy,
The electric is dicey
Don't you think it would be keen,
If computers ran on kerosene.