Ichimaru's Poetry Corner
Jun. 1st, 2008 04:15 amMust have gone and hit his head,
For he thought it’d be fair,
To put gum in my hair,
Oddly he may end up dead
Poem fer Saucers fer Eyes
Ya shouldn’t quit yer day job,
Yer writing makes the kids sob
Yer brain must be awful stale
‘cause yer poem was epic fail.
Poem fer Lieutenant Kyoko
Even without a gun,
The dart game was a wonderful blast.
We sure got that blond thing,
And my how she did scream,
And we got the hell out of there fast!
Ode to the Spaz (Watanuki)
While we’re stuck here on this island,
Let’s find a level ground,
Because up on a high land,
The rain will wash you down.
I know how much you liked me,
I’ll visit now and then.
Well it’s been fun,
But now that I’m done
Your sass I will suspend
Your artistic production
aided in self induction
assisting oil production
with bodily deconstruction,
causing soil obstruction
causes land value reduction
and hinders road construction
that’s my deduction.
My words you shouldn't misconstrue
So let us not pretend,
I ever cared about you,
I’m really not your friend.
So have the weather rush on in,
Let animals gather round.
The flag it may tatter
But that won’t really matter
Once you’re six feet under ground.
*Can be sung to the tune of Tom Lehrer's song: When you are Old and Gray.
Saucers fer Eye's poem:
Monkeys are brown
My jumpsuit is green
Bananas are yellow
And so are traffic lights
My Edit:
Monkeys are brown,
My jumpsuit is green,
I look like a clown,
My brows are obscene