Unsubtlety

is not subtle.

Bad Poetry Tres July 21, 2009

Filed under: bad poetry, life — unsubtlety @ 2:33 PM

7. Mr. Treeface

Hey Mr. Treeface,
Dearest Mr. Treeface,
Thou livest outsideth my window,
Sneering on these summer days
“I am outside, Captive Human!”
Fine, great, good, whatevereth,
Laugheth thyself well now,
For the last laugheth I shall have
Come this winter’s ninety-three inches of snoweth.

8. There is a Beeping

There is a beeping,
Four times it beeps.
There is a beeping,
About every four seconds.
Four beeps each four seconds
Four beeps each four seconds
Four beeps each four seconds
Four beeps each four seconds
Four beeps each four seconds
Four beeps each four seconds
Nevermind, it stopped.

 

One Response to “Bad Poetry Tres”

  1. stephaleena Says:

    number 8…hilarious.

    for some reason at first i think it sounds like a hymn.

    There is a beeping….deep within my soul…


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