Monday, January 29, 2007

Poetry Time!

Ode to My Former Boss

You evil bitch,
You stupid witch,
You spent all your dough,
You are not rich.

You ugly hag,
Your breasts do sag,
The thought of you,
Just makes me gag.

You cheat the poor,
But cheat me no more,
I quit your job,
And shut that door.

And now I’m free,
I smile with glee,
At the thought of you,
Stuck in a tree.




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