Don’t read this poem, it is sick, as is the picture…
Blind as a bat, you have heard it said,
Cannot tell the color herein even if it were red,
To build a snowman while blind,
Is like trying to sing an opera without a mind,
Okay so this poem is a lot less than refined…
The snowman’s head on the bottom of the pile,
The hat, broom and scarf give it even less style,
Fortunately they cannot see how badly they ruined,
Whoever said they should do this, ain’t got no clue in…
Okay so this poet is a sick pup,
He does make fun of those that cannot see,
For if they could they may hit him with their cup,
Yeah that would be the case, yup…
Hey, did I not tell you not to read this?
Now you did and you did laugh, you must agree,
So even you are maybe just about as sick as me,
If you don’t like it, I really don’t care,
You can just squat on down and give my butt a big sloppy kiss…
© ed ~ 12/13/04
you warned me. you specifically told me not to go there. and i went there. you're right...this is sick LOL
but just what i needed--a good laugh
(((HUGS))) and love, karla.
mwaaaaaaaaahhhhhhhhhhhhh! :) *big sloppy kiss* LOLOLOLOLOL
As for that last part: At 5' tall, I'm already squatting, but I will pass on the invite. (giggle) katy xox.
PS Even my two mutts don't want to give your butt a big sloppy kiss - Rufuz has told them all about you!!
chilly looking iceman!!
Love Tinka
Kiss your butt, nada, but hey, I cant complain you didnt offer LOL.
Acutally that broom could of just as easily been stuck up the snowmans's... ok we wont go there.
Cool dude
ME
Allen