Poetry In All Forms

From September 27, 2007


...so, the waitress at the restaurant we were at tonight was an English lit major, and apparently hated her boss.

My colleagues and I kept trying to get her to recite poetry for us... so by the end of the night, she wrote this limerick...

There once was a douchebag named Chad
and I'm pretty sure he is a fag.
He has a small dick, and acts like a prick,
and when it comes to getting laid, he's bad.

Pretty good for off the cuff. I bought her a drink.

It's in green, because limericks always seem Irish to me...



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