Wednesday, February 16, 2011

Bad Poetry

Just when I thought I was past that point in my life where I'm writing bad poetry, I'm right back at it:

The Dream

Last night I had a dream
of someone's Dad who I had hardly seen
He looked at me with those Dadly* eyes 
and said,
"Keep those secrets to yourself, jelly bean."

*That wasn't a typo for "Deadly" I actually mean to say "Dadly." I think I just made that word up. But maybe Deadly would make more sense?

Don't ask...

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