I am stressed
what a mess
a spider got caught in my hair
I lack sleep
my mind will flip
if I do not stop to stare
at my laptop for hours straight
to take a break
get away
from this desk
and remember to get some rest
A spider came
looks just the same
as the one I earlier squished
It spoke to me
told me to make a wish
and I’m pretty sure that I have gone mad
but what the heck
who gives a rat
the spider may help release me from this plight
So I said to the spider thank you sir
‘Squished!’
and then the spider died.
(for Arnette)
Tuesday, March 14, 2006
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1 comment:
hahaha. so happens that i don't mind spiders too... :p
funny poem.
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