Dripping with Boredom!

Monday, August 09, 2004

correction!!

BY MISPELLED I MEAN MISTYPED!!

posted by A Triple K at 10:45 AM

20 Comments:

  • Hello Karen!

    By Blogger A Triple K, at 9:38 PM  

  • How are you?

    By Blogger A Triple K, at 9:38 PM  

  • I am good.

    By Blogger A Triple K, at 9:38 PM  

  • Thank-you for inquiring.

    By Blogger A Triple K, at 9:39 PM  

  • You are just so gosh darn polite.

    By Blogger A Triple K, at 9:40 PM  

  • You are dripping with politeness! Hehe!!

    By Blogger A Triple K, at 9:41 PM  

  • Notice the little pun?

    By Blogger A Triple K, at 9:41 PM  

  • Dripping with politeness, Dripping with boredem? Hehe!

    By Blogger A Triple K, at 9:41 PM  

  • I am so silly. Haha!

    By Blogger A Triple K, at 9:41 PM  

  • Look at me making funny jokes!

    By Blogger A Triple K, at 9:42 PM  

  • I will write a limmereck:

    There was a boy
    His name was Bob
    A girl hit him
    And made him sob

    By Blogger A Triple K, at 9:43 PM  

  • That is not limmereck format.

    By Blogger A Triple K, at 9:44 PM  

  • How do you spell limmerick?

    By Blogger A Triple K, at 9:44 PM  

  • I think I spelt it wrong.

    By Blogger A Triple K, at 9:44 PM  

  • I am saddened.

    By Blogger A Triple K, at 9:44 PM  

  • I like writing poetry. Here is another one:

    There was a girl
    Her name was Sue
    She was mean
    And often said 'Boo!'

    By Blogger A Triple K, at 9:45 PM  

  • I like this poem thing.

    I am alone
    Curled up in a shell of loneliness
    Everything is black and dark
    Like the inside of my closet

    There is no light
    Wait, the light returns
    I am whole again
    I am joyus

    This poem, reveals my darker side. It was inspired when my Mamman left the living room with the laptop and then she came back with the laptop. The laptop is the light. Deep, I know.

    By Blogger A Triple K, at 9:55 PM  

  • And the brilliance continues:

    Yonder through the leaves
    I see a deer
    Munching whatever vittels it is they munch on the forest floor
    And I think to myself
    'A deer is an animal'
    Food nourishes the body and the soul
    But the question is
    Do you live to eat
    Or eat to live?

    By Blogger A Triple K, at 10:02 PM  

  • Time for some more light amusement:

    One day I saw a duck
    The duck was sitting in muck

    I took the duck from the muck
    And cleaned the muck off the duck

    Then the duck sparkled and shined
    And I cried tears of happiness and joy

    The duck was then placed in a pool in my backyard
    It was a simple life, but it was hard

    The duck had to hunt for the food to survive
    And there is not much vegetation in my backyard

    The duck became weak
    It could barely open its beak

    I gave the duck a box of candy
    And suddenly the duck was dandy

    Today the duck lives back in the wild
    It got too fat eating all that candy

    It is happy now, back in the forest pond
    And still cherishes our bond

    And now the duck
    Knows to steer clear of muck

    The End

    By Blogger A Triple K, at 10:07 PM  

  • Thank-you for your praise, I shall take my leave now.
    *Bows out*

    By Blogger A Triple K, at 10:08 PM  

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