Friday, March 30, 2007

Poetry

Dad: Crap
Crap
Crap crap crap

Crap in the spring
Crap in the fall
Crap on the rooftop
Crap in the hall

Crap in the front yard
Frozen crap is really hard

1 comment:

SinisterPurpose said...

Hey. I spent years in college learning how to do that.

And Vanessa, thanks for the unexpected linkage.