The early bird may get the worm
but the late bird gets them thrice.
(Worms wearing pajamas
taste very, very nice).
Tag: funny poem
The origin of my mood grim
Lindy Loo? Oh how she’s dim!
Just yesterday said she on a whim:
“goodness gracious me you’re slim!
My oh my, how you look trim!
Have you frequented the gym?”
Aghast was I at this creature prim
with skin of marble porcelain.
Has Lindy Loo been on the Gin?
Before my mood (now grave and grim)
was shattered by a further synonym,
with face chagrin to Lindy dim:
“Ms. Loo…. I’ve lost a limb!!”
Lovenote
You’re the apple of my eye
and the potato of my knee.
If you were a global conglomerate
I’d be your franchisee.
