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Friday Night Boredom

posted 10/2/2009 11:47:27 PM |
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  wordsenchanting

So I drank it and wrote back:

Somebody sent me a message with wine glasses attached as a gift , so I sent them this Thank You (of sorts)

You soult not sent whine to people you don't know if they cin handtel ther whine. but I really licked it quite a bit but i donnmt ususal drink any fermetnated booverages soo I cin still tates it funny in my teeth. Whut if sombuddy got some an they coult not hantle it as goot as I cin and they turn into some kinda sex crazied Maniac and Hard likker? Maybe even a serial likker? Then what are ya gonna do then but just git running? but yo better decide which way yer gonna run before ya start or ya mite plow rite inta them ...anyway I better go sit down an watch the romm go arount agin That was kinda fun and maybe I cin writ a pome aboot it...

Whine is fine
when drunk in the diner
look fer a woman but jest cant finer
room is spinnin
wif fine lookin wimmin
oops, them legs belong to the chairs

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Comments:
musicianfriend

Oct 3 @ 12:01AM  


cool poem..and you even did it with half you brain tied behind your back...amazing..




Wordsenchanting hit the bottle...

His motorcycle be began to throttle..

His face puckered up like a lemon...

Cause hes frustrated...cant find him a wimmon...


He looked over here ..he looked over there....

the legs he saw...belonged to a chair....

He ordered another and one for his brother....

He fell off his bar stool....hes looking for cover....


For in the bar she walked....

She came in like thunder....

Shes looking for a man...

and she had his number...


Wordsenchanting cant beleive his luck...

And tears began to form..in his tear duct...

He kissed the floor and raised his hands....

only to find out ..that she was a man....


He pounded his fists...and cried out loud...

and because of the noise. ..there formed a crowd...

Words went home...alone again....

but theres still tomorrow..and hell do it all again..



Happy wimmon hunting Words!

Hope you liked my poem...

Im dedicating it to you!


Im bored too..boyfriends working this weekend..and so am I...that sucks..
musicianfriend

Oct 3 @ 12:17AM  


Opps, I probabaly should have proof read this first....

EDIT:



Wordsenchanting hit the bottle...

His motorcycle be began to throttle..

His face puckered up like a lemon...

Cause hes frustrated...cant find him a wimmon...


He looked over here ..he looked over there....

the legs he saw...belonged to a chair....

He ordered another and one for his brother....

He fell off his bar stool....hes looking for cover....


In the bar she walked....she took his hand..

She came in like thunder....she'd found her man...

She looked straight at Words..he lost his breath..

He though that this would be his death...




Wordsenchanting cant believe his luck...

And tears formed..in his tear duct...

His eyes looked shocked...sweat formed on his hands..

For He found out...that she was really a man......


He pounded his fists...He cried out loud...

Because of the noise. ..there formed a crowd...

Words went home...no wimmon for him.....

Theres still tomorrow..and he'll try it again..



funisnumber1

Oct 7 @ 12:46PM  
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