The Giant Eyes Of Friendship
Don't take offence at what I say,
But I really can't abide your sis
Course, she's not half as bad as your Mum. I mean c'mon, what is up with that?
Save that I utter these things in Swedish, which you don't speak.
But I'm really good at telepathy and picking up 'vibes.'
Don't take this the wrong way
But the sight of you turns my stomach
I mean that in the nicest possible way; I mean, I am your friend after all!
But what are friends for, if not to tell it, literally, warts and all
Speaking of warts, your nose has one; It goes with your fat face and piggy eyes
Don't take the following personally
But you do need to use deodorant
Not that offensive odours don't have their uses sometimes, in the wild
And can't be helped down at the pig farm on a hot afternoon
But in an office, you constitute an environmental hazard
Don't take what I'm going to tell you to heart
But your flatulence is truly butyric
And if you don't know what that means, look it up in the dictionary
Although you still won't understand, 'cause you're that thick
Where are you going? What did I say?
Contributors: | Apsley, F, Karin, Beefy, Grayman, Randy, asdf, Kansas Sam. |
Poem finished: | 8th January 2004 by Karin. |