aahh the things boredom will do to you......
I'm Going to Eat My Couch
The wonderful feeling of boredom
It's too cold to go chasing possums,
and it's too dark to watch the reindeer,
but I will eat to stop my hunger pains.
To my surprise, there is no food.
what in the name of Remote Controls do I do?
I spot the couch, sitting quietly.
It makes me more hungry.
So I pounce on it, and take a bite.
And it didn't even bite back,
like the cats and rabbits do.
The foam inside tastes like dust,
but it's the best dust I've ever had.
The covers remind me of the toilet paper
that they have in KFC bathrooms.
It tastes so good
I couldn't imagine
doing anything else
than eating my couch.
I don't know why it is, but whenever I finish a poem I never like it.This one was no exception. I'm beginning to run out of "funny" (or what everyone tells me is funny) ideas, so perhaps I will turn my attention to serious poems. Not that anybody here actually cares about this, I just thought I'd mention it.
-Stinky Twinkie did not take his medicine today-
[This message has been edited by Stinky Twinkie (12-03-2002 12:24 AM).]