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April 20, 2007

Jim: Poe Little Me

Once upon a Friday early, while I brushed my teeth so pearly,
And wished some long lost hair would grow once more.
While I scrubbed and thought of flossing, suddenly there came a bossing
Yell from someone rapping at my chamber door.
“Tis from the radio,” I mumbled, “Blaring outside my chamber door.
Only this, and nothing more.”

I swished with Mint Scope and I dared not hope
That the annoying stranger would leave or go away.
But the rapping grew stronger and I could stand it no longer,
So I grabbed a very large pistol and killed Dr. Dre.

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Comments

I was told to do this sort of bad poetry nevermore.

Yet another person was raven about it.

I just don't know...

Posted by: Jim Parkinson at April 20, 2007 1:55 PM · Permalink