Your Face
Your face is like a tire -
I put chains on it to drive in the snow,
But I live in Florida.
Your face is like a booger -
I picked it from my nose,
and I ate it.
Your face is like a candy bar –
I left it in the car,
And it melted all over my seats.
Oh how I love your face.
Your face.
Sara, 6.1.07
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June 7th, 2007 at 11:54 am
Does this count as a guest post? :)
June 7th, 2007 at 3:30 pm
Ah, the effects of marijuana.
June 8th, 2007 at 6:17 pm
Oh God, that was funny!!!
What a shock to read this nasty funny poem, and then find that my first born was responsible for it! Geez…… I guess “genius” runs in the family…
In a very wacky way, of course.
Well done to you Sara, for a small piece of brilliance, and to you Justin, for a consistently entertaining and well-written blog!!
June 12th, 2007 at 2:42 pm
Mary Jane is not my friend, Doug - I can access this side of myself without chemical help. Slightly scary, I know, but I was also not aware this would be shared with the e-universe…
June 13th, 2007 at 12:54 pm
That’s what I love about the Web 2.0. Everything we do ends up on the net someway or another. So much for your political career, hippie.