J Bov Explodes Rhetorically


A Poem Just Occured To Me
11/09/2010, 12:11 AM
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Mikey Pinter, son of a printer,
Had a great fondness for ink,
Cyan or magenta, it just didn’t enter,
His head that it wasn’t a drink.

It was early one morning,
As Friday was dawning,
That Mikey first started to run.
It does barely tickle,
And it’s only a trickle,
But I’ll tell you, it isn’t much fun!

A great, beefy man,
With a pie-vending van,
Met Mikey at that Summers Fayre.
Well, you are what you eat!
Cried the man with the meat,
But there was only a stick figure there.

Mikey Pinter, son of a printer,
Had a great fondness for ink.
His life must be boring,
Stuck as a drawing,
All thanks to a poor taste in drink.

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