Thursday, November 09, 2006
Mister. Greenwood
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Dont know if such a person exists. I made him up of course. But Im sure he does ((: There's another meaning behind this poem. Im actually mocking at guys, and no matter how smart they seem to be, they seem to be blockheads most of the time. Dont mean to generalise, but yeahh. Well.. Pardon this poem, I dont seem to have much inspiration today. -MEL.
Prim and proper,Neat and clean,Mister, Mister,an obnoxious martinet,You wouldn't believe,Believe he exists,But he does,He does,Just as these lines run,Oops, I meant trim.Just look at his desk.
Look! Look!Whaa..?No you dont believe?Yes, he bought those books 5 years ago,Whaa..?Oh, yes.He did.And you wonder why those pages are unbelievably, imperceptibly..White.A sclerous being.He never budges.Even his thoughts are arranged..Alphabetically.Oh yes, classified in every category possible,I must say.But look at his wife.All she loves is his money.Oh, the poor ol' man.But I wouldn't pity him for sure.He deserves to have a vulpine by his side,An especial jezebel,For he doesn't waste much on himself.All he does is make sure,He dots the i's carefully,the q's he marks with absolute precision.Call him antisocial.Even call him a societal reject.For you'd never see him with creases,Spots, grimes, dirt.Even his face,Beautifully Botoxed,Now he doesnt even blink an eye when his wife takes all that money away.Plotting, scheming, that's all she ever does.Look at what love can do.How beautiful it is when he gives in too.I told you he never blinks an eye.Don't be surprised.He's just a guy.
8:57 PM
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