I Would Rather Not Serve Rice
I might not swallow more than once
I fight not grovel, silver sconce
I won't by promise be a dunce
Just as long as you serve me lunch
Your hope and faith I shall not crunch
Unless, of course, you don't give me brunch
Food is a most glorious thing
Unless cash registers go cha-ching
If it doesn't I'll shall sing
or i shall say nothing
Wisdom is higher than a fool can reach
I hope you don't turn into a leach
And laze all day around the beach
Or end this verse with a resounding screech
Cats are funny as bunnies
And prized by sundry honeys
This poem is oh so funny in the sunny
It will cost a lot of money
I might not swallow more than twice
As long as a roletwo on the dice
Will bring the man who has to pay the price
So I can eat some rice.
To be or not to be.
A giant bummblebee
That is the question
Contributors: | Roland, Mackenzie, Alana, Lindsay, Jackie Toth, Mike M*C*i*t*c*, Caleb, Kelly, paul, Mackenzie ***, Andrew **man, Beefy, Karin, Kristin, (trad-ish), Kyle Talyor (I rock), Adam Fosbenner, Adam*line, Kyle Taylor: I still, (trad). |
Poem finished: | 18th March 2005 by Karin. |