Well, I had something to say about an hour ago, but now I forgot it, so I'm going to say something else instead. Something else instead. Okay, in other local news...
The votes are in from the 100th post! And the winners are:
Coolest: The Beatles
Creepiest: Michael Jackson
Randomest(is that a word?): Goats
Coincidentally everything Cary voted for. Very strange if you ask me. And I'm feeling a strange poem coming on. So here goes:
I sometimes go, and stop, and think,
What if I put a pink drink in the sink?
If that was the case, (or at least I think)
The sink would then be full of pink drink.
When I was young I thought a lot
About a dot upon my cot,
But now that I'm older, I know instead,
It wasn't a cot, it was a bed!
Now as always, it never does fail,
My poetic instincts just turned tail.
So as for an end, well,
I think I'll just bail.
-End Transmission
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4 comments:
That was a totally awesome poem!
Thanks. I actually wrote a poem like it a while back in my journal. This version was better though.
I agree with the coolest being the Beatles and the creepiest being Michael Jackson. I'm not sure about random... I didn't read the poem... :)... ?... !... PLAY-DOH!!!!!!!
Nice poem! Loved it! I saw this Jackson's Christmas record at savers. It's so sad how young and innocent M.J. was then, oh well....
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