Archive for the 'Poetry' Category

Matcek… Ryan’s roommate

Tuesday, April 15th, 2008

- He’s a bit like a hippie;
and a bit like a narc.
He reads stories from the bible
like Jesus and the Arc.
- He rides his bike around
through the woods around trees
He runs kinda like a girl
to protect the cartilage in his knees.
- He’s not too culturally sensitive,
in fact his jokes are sometimes racist
but he cares for [...]

ZaneBOT 3030

Wednesday, March 26th, 2008

He doesn’t understand Binary
He runs off of human energy
He uses most normal words
Except paradigm and synergy
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Some may call him a robot
To me he’s just a guy
But when the robot revolution comes,
I’ll probably be first one to die

May Wine Note-Taker

Wednesday, March 26th, 2008

May-Wine Note-Taker,
could be characterized as glad
She sits there scribbling notes so quiet
and makes us feel so bad
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She always sits so quiet
No, she doesn’t like to talk
She eats a simple breakfast
And for lunch, a celery stalk
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Her last name, she says, is Nyi-Nyi,
I don’t know that too be true
I’m pretty sure it’s pronounced “Note-Taker”
Which [...]

The ShepHERD of cattle

Wednesday, March 26th, 2008

You’re a tall glass of water to drink
You think that your poop don’t stink
Dr. Grinols might be smitten
With the rhymes that you’re spittin’
But, in my rhythmic quicksand, you’ll sink

Swanburg, I’m breaking all the poetry rules

Wednesday, March 26th, 2008

There was a boy named Swanny,
A skinny lad was he
He thought himself a poet;
A better one than me
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His vocab is horrendous
His lexicon truly sucks
He can’t complete a sentence
Without a “bulls***” or f***
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I recommend a thesaurus
You might like a dictionary
Instead of flapping you jaws around
Like a mouth with dysentery

Hutchison, a haiku

Tuesday, February 19th, 2008

Tim HutchINson; WRONG!
There’s no “N” in my last name.
Get it right, moron.

Karam

Tuesday, February 19th, 2008

My wrist has a cyst, I do not lie.
My wrist has a cyst, I just might die.
At four in the morning I still type on my keys;
while my focus firm group catches their Zzzzz’s.
My Mary Poppins bag weighs millions of grams;
I stuff it so full, it could break my hand.
The world of business may not [...]