The Rhymes You Hate

 (This message was edited by milain on 05-07-05 @ 5:47 pm EDT)

I read the whining that Lee drew up,
Over my wastepail I promptly threw up,
With my hands clasping tightly my poor aching head,
I read it again! And wished I were dead.

The third time through the room started spinning,
The fight for sanity I sure wasn't winning.
My legs were like jello, my brain felt like custard,
"I know! I'll print it off and coat it with mustard!"

"And feed it to my dog, that's just what I'll do."
But instead of one copy, I got 22!
So now up to my neck in this stuff,
(My stomach again is feeling quite rough.)

So I ran for the bathroom and it's there that I found,
The last empty toilet paper tube on the ground.
Hammermil-Bond's not as soft as Charmin, that's a cinch.
But I'm guessing we'll find it will do in a pinch.