I was challenged to write something just plain awful... and i did! LOL
Dear, I write this to inform you that all is not as it looks
(on TV)
But at the time of writing, I have been booked
My hands still shake and tears do well
But I am safe, just in a cell
While walking down 4th Avenue
I saw a girl I thought was you
I swear
And I was so glad to see your perky derriere
It seemed a great idea
To let you know that I was there
By grabbing at your delightful pair
But in my joy I failed to see
That she was not you, and you not she
And when my hands went for the grab
She felled me with an impressive bag
Of sharp-edged books
Then gave me the most godawful look
And when I made to rise and say
‘I’m Sorry’, she kicked my breath away
With such square-toed forceful spite
That I can safely say, we won’t make love tonight
Or any time soon, for that matter
I staggered back into the road
Blocked off for construction and heavy loads
Of sand and gravel and mud and such
I flailed around, a bit too much
And accidentally toppled a pile of bricks
Into the street, upon the toes of policemen, hicks
And others who were gathered there
As though they were going to the fair
But really were attending to
The President and his retinue
But not seeing that, I grabbed a brick,
And made to throw it really quick
At the girl with the awful toe
Oh Woe!
Who by then was shaking Bush’s hand
And smiling fit to beat the band.
So
Please call my office and explain
That I am safe, although in pain
And won’t be there for Monday’s meeting
Or any other form of greeting
For quite a while
And will not smile
Or otherwise move at all
Until this guy that they call Paul
Stops calling me ‘Sweetie Pie’
And stops giving me that leery eye
And stops saying ‘Down, Rover!’
Every time I bend over.
