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<?xml-stylesheet type="text/xsl" media="screen" href="/~d/styles/atom10full.xsl"?><?xml-stylesheet type="text/css" media="screen" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~d/styles/itemcontent.css"?><feed xmlns="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" xmlns:openSearch="http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearch/1.1/" xmlns:georss="http://www.georss.org/georss" xmlns:gd="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005" xmlns:thr="http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0" xmlns:feedburner="http://rssnamespace.org/feedburner/ext/1.0" gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ADRX0_eSp7ImA9WhRaGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889040119643637175</id><updated>2012-02-21T13:29:34.341-08:00</updated><category term="Made Up Words" /><category term="Free Stuff" /><category term="Poetry in Code" /><category term="Simile" /><category term="Philosophies" /><category term="Haiku" /><category term="Alphabet" /><category term="Metaphor" /><category term="Word Wheel" /><category term="Head Poems" /><title>BAD POETRY AT ITS FINEST</title><subtitle type="html">Read at your own risk. Bad &amp;amp; funny poetry done in only one draft. You&amp;#39;ve been warned!</subtitle><link rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#feed" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/posts/default" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/" /><link rel="next" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889040119643637175/posts/default?start-index=26&amp;max-results=25&amp;redirect=false&amp;v=2" /><author><name>WaffleCheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16791097921157141069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EWVU5MDDDIw/Tf2Q4Ztp_qI/AAAAAAAAAKo/u0L8N-wxllo/s220/1120593789_yppWD-XL.jpg" /></author><generator version="7.00" uri="http://www.blogger.com">Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>159</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://feeds.feedburner.com/BadPoetryAtItsFinest" /><feedburner:info uri="badpoetryatitsfinest" /><atom10:link xmlns:atom10="http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom" rel="hub" href="http://pubsubhubbub.appspot.com/" /><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0ADRX0-eip7ImA9WhRaGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889040119643637175.post-2186436263967686990</id><published>2012-02-21T13:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-21T13:29:34.352-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-21T13:29:34.352-08:00</app:edited><title>I know the muffin man</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iGLe_rFZ0_iWx_Mi7ZsFXjH9LBs/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iGLe_rFZ0_iWx_Mi7ZsFXjH9LBs/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iGLe_rFZ0_iWx_Mi7ZsFXjH9LBs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/iGLe_rFZ0_iWx_Mi7ZsFXjH9LBs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I know the muffin man,&lt;br /&gt;
His name is Nigel&lt;br /&gt;
He gives me muffins today&lt;br /&gt;
Because that is his goal.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
One day I ate a piece&lt;br /&gt;
It tasted like it smelled&lt;br /&gt;
Like a giant blueberry delight&lt;br /&gt;
So good that I yelled.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He told me to stop it,&lt;br /&gt;
Cause I was being loud.&lt;br /&gt;
I said he should just shut up&lt;br /&gt;
So I was beaten by a crowd.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I don't go back anymore&lt;br /&gt;
So I tried to make my own&lt;br /&gt;
I wasn't successful at it&lt;br /&gt;
The proportion I had blown. ....... it.....out of.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8889040119643637175-2186436263967686990?l=itrypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BadPoetryAtItsFinest/~4/_hiMeIshEJA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/2186436263967686990/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-know-muffin-man.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889040119643637175/posts/default/2186436263967686990?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889040119643637175/posts/default/2186436263967686990?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BadPoetryAtItsFinest/~3/_hiMeIshEJA/i-know-muffin-man.html" title="I know the muffin man" /><author><name>WaffleCheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16791097921157141069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EWVU5MDDDIw/Tf2Q4Ztp_qI/AAAAAAAAAKo/u0L8N-wxllo/s220/1120593789_yppWD-XL.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/2012/02/i-know-muffin-man.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IEQ3wyeip7ImA9WhRaGEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889040119643637175.post-3843947330302430135</id><published>2012-02-21T13:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-21T13:25:02.292-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-21T13:25:02.292-08:00</app:edited><title>What's the big deal?!</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/C8vBFoZniN81UdBzsEWgaXew6BY/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/C8vBFoZniN81UdBzsEWgaXew6BY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/C8vBFoZniN81UdBzsEWgaXew6BY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/C8vBFoZniN81UdBzsEWgaXew6BY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;So I took an extra cookie,&lt;br /&gt;
What's the big deal?&lt;br /&gt;
I then went to the store and took a small grape,&lt;br /&gt;
What's the big deal?&lt;br /&gt;
I then took a man's credit card,&lt;br /&gt;
What's the big deal?&lt;br /&gt;
I used it to by a car,&lt;br /&gt;
What's the big deal?&lt;br /&gt;
I tied up a dude, to take his yacht,&lt;br /&gt;
What's the big deal?&lt;br /&gt;
I then burned down a Walmart to get some free TV's&lt;br /&gt;
What's the big deal?&lt;br /&gt;
I then ran naked all over the state shooting a bunch of moose,&lt;br /&gt;
What's the big deal?&lt;br /&gt;
I was read my Miranda rights,&lt;br /&gt;
Is this a big deal?&lt;br /&gt;
I then was sentence to 3 decades in jail,&lt;br /&gt;
Yeah, that's a big deal.&lt;br /&gt;
I told the judge I wanted,&lt;br /&gt;
To make him a deal&lt;br /&gt;
I said I'd give him magic beans for my freedom&lt;br /&gt;
He said okay.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8889040119643637175-3843947330302430135?l=itrypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BadPoetryAtItsFinest/~4/7M0IyEnGNN4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/3843947330302430135/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/2012/02/whats-big-deal.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889040119643637175/posts/default/3843947330302430135?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889040119643637175/posts/default/3843947330302430135?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BadPoetryAtItsFinest/~3/7M0IyEnGNN4/whats-big-deal.html" title="What's the big deal?!" /><author><name>WaffleCheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16791097921157141069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EWVU5MDDDIw/Tf2Q4Ztp_qI/AAAAAAAAAKo/u0L8N-wxllo/s220/1120593789_yppWD-XL.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/2012/02/whats-big-deal.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUAHQns9fCp7ImA9WhRaFEQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889040119643637175.post-2058732436680923175</id><published>2012-02-17T07:48:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-17T07:48:53.564-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-17T07:48:53.564-08:00</app:edited><title>My Dream Last Night #1</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/J2tsPsQjElTZ7k64weoi5X09fCc/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/J2tsPsQjElTZ7k64weoi5X09fCc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/J2tsPsQjElTZ7k64weoi5X09fCc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/J2tsPsQjElTZ7k64weoi5X09fCc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;In the middle of the night last night,&lt;br /&gt;
I was wrestling a bear.&lt;br /&gt;
I then was in a tree,&lt;br /&gt;
That with his claws did tear.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I ran down a tube,&lt;br /&gt;
Full of&amp;nbsp;fluorescent&amp;nbsp;lights&lt;br /&gt;
Then I was in Switzerland&lt;br /&gt;
My wife was wearing tights.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Walking down a sideways wall&lt;br /&gt;
The bear came back again&lt;br /&gt;
I couldn't figure out his name,&lt;br /&gt;
So I just called him 'Lame'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
The next Tuesday,&lt;br /&gt;
it was summer&lt;br /&gt;
I ate a dollhouse&lt;br /&gt;
And became a drummer&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I wasn't very good at it&lt;br /&gt;
And the bear ripped my face&lt;br /&gt;
I tackled him and fought him well&lt;br /&gt;
And choked him with some lace&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He died, but came back to life&lt;br /&gt;
It freaked me out real bad&lt;br /&gt;
So I challenge him to a duel&lt;br /&gt;
With lightsabers which made him sad&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Doesn't really matter, though&lt;br /&gt;
Cause then I was a hero&lt;br /&gt;
I showed everyone my badge&lt;br /&gt;
To convince them I'm not a zero&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They totally bought it&lt;br /&gt;
And that made me glad&lt;br /&gt;
Cause actually I was a fraud&lt;br /&gt;
Don't tell them, they'll be mad&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Coming down from the hill&lt;br /&gt;
My pants were off in class&lt;br /&gt;
My teeth fell out which sucked real bad&lt;br /&gt;
I replaced them with some brass&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Dreams are weird they screw you up&lt;br /&gt;
The whole day it's a bother&lt;br /&gt;
At least when I choked the bear&lt;br /&gt;
It wasn't my pillow..... Just my brother&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8889040119643637175-2058732436680923175?l=itrypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BadPoetryAtItsFinest/~4/_tDYLl5USns" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/2058732436680923175/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-dream-last-night-1.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889040119643637175/posts/default/2058732436680923175?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889040119643637175/posts/default/2058732436680923175?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BadPoetryAtItsFinest/~3/_tDYLl5USns/my-dream-last-night-1.html" title="My Dream Last Night #1" /><author><name>WaffleCheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16791097921157141069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EWVU5MDDDIw/Tf2Q4Ztp_qI/AAAAAAAAAKo/u0L8N-wxllo/s220/1120593789_yppWD-XL.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/2012/02/my-dream-last-night-1.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CUYNQHozeCp7ImA9WhRaEko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889040119643637175.post-4541591792643739648</id><published>2012-02-14T18:33:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-14T18:33:11.480-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-14T18:33:11.480-08:00</app:edited><title>Don't Golf Today</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/l_eb45qTIKAcfS8znjFXkMmgHTo/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/l_eb45qTIKAcfS8znjFXkMmgHTo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/l_eb45qTIKAcfS8znjFXkMmgHTo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/l_eb45qTIKAcfS8znjFXkMmgHTo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I got a new set of clubs,&lt;br /&gt;
I'm so excited to use them.&lt;br /&gt;
They're not the kind you hit stuff with&lt;br /&gt;
Those are for the cavemen.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They are totally golf ones,&lt;br /&gt;
And are nice and&amp;nbsp;shiny&amp;nbsp;and new.&lt;br /&gt;
I'm going to the golf course&lt;br /&gt;
To see if my drive is true&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I know it's midnight,&lt;br /&gt;
But I can really see.&lt;br /&gt;
But each time I smack the club&lt;br /&gt;
I couldn't ever hit the green&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
In fact, I couldn't hit the fairway&lt;br /&gt;
The sandtrap, or the trees.&lt;br /&gt;
Wth is happening here?&lt;br /&gt;
I thought I would have some glee!&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I cannot golf today,&lt;br /&gt;
Maybe in 3 months I'll try&lt;br /&gt;
Turns out it's hard to golf&lt;br /&gt;
With snow 3 feet high&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8889040119643637175-4541591792643739648?l=itrypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BadPoetryAtItsFinest/~4/LJj92_pS5yY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/4541591792643739648/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/2012/02/dont-golf-today.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889040119643637175/posts/default/4541591792643739648?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889040119643637175/posts/default/4541591792643739648?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BadPoetryAtItsFinest/~3/LJj92_pS5yY/dont-golf-today.html" title="Don't Golf Today" /><author><name>WaffleCheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16791097921157141069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EWVU5MDDDIw/Tf2Q4Ztp_qI/AAAAAAAAAKo/u0L8N-wxllo/s220/1120593789_yppWD-XL.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/2012/02/dont-golf-today.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;C0cASXw7eip7ImA9WhRaEUg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889040119643637175.post-6576442972743271659</id><published>2012-02-13T08:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-13T08:37:28.202-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-13T08:37:28.202-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Simile" /><title>Similie #3</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_JRVKbzLmO0HGvV_pkARrIGtx_Y/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_JRVKbzLmO0HGvV_pkARrIGtx_Y/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_JRVKbzLmO0HGvV_pkARrIGtx_Y/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/_JRVKbzLmO0HGvV_pkARrIGtx_Y/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I slept like a baby last night... that was hungry, on a bed of nails, at a rock concert, in a winter storm, outside, with gang members having a turf war across the street, and with a full diaper.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8889040119643637175-6576442972743271659?l=itrypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BadPoetryAtItsFinest/~4/E-CgrZVedVQ" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/6576442972743271659/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/2012/02/similie-3.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889040119643637175/posts/default/6576442972743271659?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889040119643637175/posts/default/6576442972743271659?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BadPoetryAtItsFinest/~3/E-CgrZVedVQ/similie-3.html" title="Similie #3" /><author><name>WaffleCheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16791097921157141069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EWVU5MDDDIw/Tf2Q4Ztp_qI/AAAAAAAAAKo/u0L8N-wxllo/s220/1120593789_yppWD-XL.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/2012/02/similie-3.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkIAQ3w6fSp7ImA9WhRbGE0.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889040119643637175.post-8221546475693223068</id><published>2012-02-09T07:44:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-09T08:22:22.215-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-09T08:22:22.215-08:00</app:edited><title>To play drums or peel oranges?</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YWHEzzBNnEaoxS8WV53-akIl0V0/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YWHEzzBNnEaoxS8WV53-akIl0V0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YWHEzzBNnEaoxS8WV53-akIl0V0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/YWHEzzBNnEaoxS8WV53-akIl0V0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I woke up this morning, wondering how to win&lt;br /&gt;
Shall I play the drums, and get good at them, Jim?&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
"No you should not. That's a stupid thing to do,&lt;br /&gt;
You suck at&amp;nbsp;rhythm, and you'll turn us all blue."&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
'Okay, I said to him, while shutting the door hinge,&lt;br /&gt;
I'll go right ahead, and peel this ripe orange'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
See that? I rhymed with orange!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8889040119643637175-8221546475693223068?l=itrypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BadPoetryAtItsFinest/~4/rX4nZvo6ujc" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/8221546475693223068/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/2012/02/to-play-drums-or-peel-oranges.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889040119643637175/posts/default/8221546475693223068?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889040119643637175/posts/default/8221546475693223068?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BadPoetryAtItsFinest/~3/rX4nZvo6ujc/to-play-drums-or-peel-oranges.html" title="To play drums or peel oranges?" /><author><name>WaffleCheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16791097921157141069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EWVU5MDDDIw/Tf2Q4Ztp_qI/AAAAAAAAAKo/u0L8N-wxllo/s220/1120593789_yppWD-XL.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/2012/02/to-play-drums-or-peel-oranges.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkUMQ3s9fip7ImA9WhRbEkw.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889040119643637175.post-5921906851479458405</id><published>2012-02-02T12:24:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-02T12:24:42.566-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-02T12:24:42.566-08:00</app:edited><title>Water bottles and cuss words</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Zfmv0NnAmrgl34MyeW_DV5SKdqs/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Zfmv0NnAmrgl34MyeW_DV5SKdqs/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Zfmv0NnAmrgl34MyeW_DV5SKdqs/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/Zfmv0NnAmrgl34MyeW_DV5SKdqs/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I fill my water bottle up&lt;br /&gt;
Only after walking for miles&lt;br /&gt;
Once I get to my drinking fountain,&lt;br /&gt;
I say cuss words because it's out.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8889040119643637175-5921906851479458405?l=itrypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BadPoetryAtItsFinest/~4/opvOA0r06-8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/5921906851479458405/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/2012/02/water-bottles-and-cuss-words.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889040119643637175/posts/default/5921906851479458405?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889040119643637175/posts/default/5921906851479458405?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BadPoetryAtItsFinest/~3/opvOA0r06-8/water-bottles-and-cuss-words.html" title="Water bottles and cuss words" /><author><name>WaffleCheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16791097921157141069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EWVU5MDDDIw/Tf2Q4Ztp_qI/AAAAAAAAAKo/u0L8N-wxllo/s220/1120593789_yppWD-XL.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/2012/02/water-bottles-and-cuss-words.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEIDRn49fCp7ImA9WhRbEEg.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889040119643637175.post-4876160584898180712</id><published>2012-01-31T15:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-31T15:29:37.064-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-31T15:29:37.064-08:00</app:edited><title>STD's</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/a0lXUYF8Dr-Bcb1tmI24dTCRwRE/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/a0lXUYF8Dr-Bcb1tmI24dTCRwRE/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/a0lXUYF8Dr-Bcb1tmI24dTCRwRE/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/a0lXUYF8Dr-Bcb1tmI24dTCRwRE/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I was told my computer,&lt;br /&gt;
Had an STD&lt;br /&gt;
I took it to the nerdy patrol&lt;br /&gt;
To see what it could be.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
He told me my computer&lt;br /&gt;
was the fastest on the planet.&lt;br /&gt;
It had a lot of gigabites&lt;br /&gt;
And gave a lot of mana&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I couldn't believe my heart,&lt;br /&gt;
When I learned what it meant.&lt;br /&gt;
STD wasn't what I'd thought,&lt;br /&gt;
It was 'Super Terrific Deathcomputer'&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
And that means it's good.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8889040119643637175-4876160584898180712?l=itrypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BadPoetryAtItsFinest/~4/FENSt3-CuhE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/4876160584898180712/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/2012/01/stds.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889040119643637175/posts/default/4876160584898180712?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889040119643637175/posts/default/4876160584898180712?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BadPoetryAtItsFinest/~3/FENSt3-CuhE/stds.html" title="STD's" /><author><name>WaffleCheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16791097921157141069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EWVU5MDDDIw/Tf2Q4Ztp_qI/AAAAAAAAAKo/u0L8N-wxllo/s220/1120593789_yppWD-XL.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/2012/01/stds.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkcESHYzfSp7ImA9WhRUGUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889040119643637175.post-8027270139966261478</id><published>2012-01-30T14:53:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-30T14:53:29.885-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-30T14:53:29.885-08:00</app:edited><title>Powerful Poisonous Pentunias</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uitqB9RVAZ3AJh53JFnuXVSR1RA/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uitqB9RVAZ3AJh53JFnuXVSR1RA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uitqB9RVAZ3AJh53JFnuXVSR1RA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/uitqB9RVAZ3AJh53JFnuXVSR1RA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Powerful poisonous petunias&lt;br /&gt;
Pose possible predicaments.&lt;br /&gt;
People, probably, possibly&lt;br /&gt;
Postulate perplexities.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Perhaps Polish people&lt;br /&gt;
Pinch pickle positions?&lt;br /&gt;
Perchance, populate possibilities!&lt;br /&gt;
Pepper-paste prevails!&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8889040119643637175-8027270139966261478?l=itrypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BadPoetryAtItsFinest/~4/QjwWjGfnlvU" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/8027270139966261478/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/2012/01/powerful-poisonous-pentunias.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889040119643637175/posts/default/8027270139966261478?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889040119643637175/posts/default/8027270139966261478?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BadPoetryAtItsFinest/~3/QjwWjGfnlvU/powerful-poisonous-pentunias.html" title="Powerful Poisonous Pentunias" /><author><name>WaffleCheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16791097921157141069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EWVU5MDDDIw/Tf2Q4Ztp_qI/AAAAAAAAAKo/u0L8N-wxllo/s220/1120593789_yppWD-XL.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/2012/01/powerful-poisonous-pentunias.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkABRng_eSp7ImA9WhRUFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889040119643637175.post-645449124493124248</id><published>2012-01-27T12:05:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T12:05:57.641-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-27T12:05:57.641-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Simile" /><title>Simile #2</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/r9YWYLJ6L2FNvPuXL41mKnAcbMA/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/r9YWYLJ6L2FNvPuXL41mKnAcbMA/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/r9YWYLJ6L2FNvPuXL41mKnAcbMA/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/r9YWYLJ6L2FNvPuXL41mKnAcbMA/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;The bird flies like: A budget airline that skipped it's aircraft&amp;nbsp;maintenance&amp;nbsp;records to save money and a volcano erupted just now in the flight path and they didn't have enough time to move around the plume and the engines had a lot of dust and rocks and stuff in it, oh, and it exploded too, but there was a guy inside that had a parachute company but he didn't have any of his inventory on him.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8889040119643637175-645449124493124248?l=itrypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BadPoetryAtItsFinest/~4/_UlwWcOewlk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/645449124493124248/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/2012/01/simile-2.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889040119643637175/posts/default/645449124493124248?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889040119643637175/posts/default/645449124493124248?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BadPoetryAtItsFinest/~3/_UlwWcOewlk/simile-2.html" title="Simile #2" /><author><name>WaffleCheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16791097921157141069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EWVU5MDDDIw/Tf2Q4Ztp_qI/AAAAAAAAAKo/u0L8N-wxllo/s220/1120593789_yppWD-XL.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/2012/01/simile-2.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ck8CR3w7cCp7ImA9WhRUFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889040119643637175.post-2547323024874946549</id><published>2012-01-27T11:01:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T11:01:06.208-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-27T11:01:06.208-08:00</app:edited><title>Bad timing</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aGLJNZdMM6CWgXEbyZ6C3ms9lPg/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aGLJNZdMM6CWgXEbyZ6C3ms9lPg/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aGLJNZdMM6CWgXEbyZ6C3ms9lPg/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aGLJNZdMM6CWgXEbyZ6C3ms9lPg/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I was late for a date, and ran with all my might.&lt;br /&gt;
I hit the door when it closed, now I bleed from my thigh.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Driving my car, the yellow light came&lt;br /&gt;
Just a little late, and got a ticket, so lame.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Two days before marriage, a full-body rash&lt;br /&gt;
Turns out she's not into that, just fair skin and M.A.S.H&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Watching TV on lottery day, with Thanksgiving dinner.&lt;br /&gt;
Too bad it's June, and I'm not the big winner.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8889040119643637175-2547323024874946549?l=itrypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BadPoetryAtItsFinest/~4/jX2qNbiqaY0" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/2547323024874946549/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/2012/01/bad-timing.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889040119643637175/posts/default/2547323024874946549?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889040119643637175/posts/default/2547323024874946549?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BadPoetryAtItsFinest/~3/jX2qNbiqaY0/bad-timing.html" title="Bad timing" /><author><name>WaffleCheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16791097921157141069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EWVU5MDDDIw/Tf2Q4Ztp_qI/AAAAAAAAAKo/u0L8N-wxllo/s220/1120593789_yppWD-XL.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/2012/01/bad-timing.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DUMEQn04fyp7ImA9WhRbFUs.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889040119643637175.post-6025461308471732000</id><published>2012-01-23T11:17:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-02-06T14:30:03.337-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-02-06T14:30:03.337-08:00</app:edited><title>Snowmen</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/G8cAgMV8syWimfiyIb53faqbie4/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/G8cAgMV8syWimfiyIb53faqbie4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/G8cAgMV8syWimfiyIb53faqbie4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/G8cAgMV8syWimfiyIb53faqbie4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Fourteen snowmen set out on a trip.&lt;br /&gt;
Two melted yesterday,&lt;br /&gt;
And one, on a banana, did slip&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Eleven were left, out by a train&lt;br /&gt;
Four contracted syphilis&lt;br /&gt;
And one was crushed by a crane.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Six were left, out by the sun&lt;br /&gt;
But it was still cold,&lt;br /&gt;
And all graduated college, got jobs, and retired comfortably.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;b style="background-color: #fcffe8; color: #222222; font-family: 'Helvetica Neue', Helvetica, Arial, sans-serif; font-size: 12px; line-height: 16px; text-align: left;"&gt;2YB5QTVGQ73Y&lt;/b&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8889040119643637175-6025461308471732000?l=itrypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BadPoetryAtItsFinest/~4/1sQtIPlnTmk" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/6025461308471732000/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/2012/01/snowmen.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889040119643637175/posts/default/6025461308471732000?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889040119643637175/posts/default/6025461308471732000?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BadPoetryAtItsFinest/~3/1sQtIPlnTmk/snowmen.html" title="Snowmen" /><author><name>WaffleCheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16791097921157141069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EWVU5MDDDIw/Tf2Q4Ztp_qI/AAAAAAAAAKo/u0L8N-wxllo/s220/1120593789_yppWD-XL.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/2012/01/snowmen.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0YFQn47eCp7ImA9WhRVF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889040119643637175.post-8681208831124355706</id><published>2012-01-16T10:38:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T10:38:33.000-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-16T10:38:33.000-08:00</app:edited><title>Sounds profound, but it's not.</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yvvDMl9-7ShJBEn45dQ1KnYQ9Fc/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yvvDMl9-7ShJBEn45dQ1KnYQ9Fc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yvvDMl9-7ShJBEn45dQ1KnYQ9Fc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/yvvDMl9-7ShJBEn45dQ1KnYQ9Fc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Fighting with the troll, the&amp;nbsp;sandwich begs to fly.&amp;nbsp;&lt;br /&gt;
Rasping with raspberries, peanut butter it does dry.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Never taunt the beggar, walk away from the sand&lt;br /&gt;
Jumping with the mad lib, carry on, with the band.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Don't ask to free the merry, clomp clowns for their life&lt;br /&gt;
Help the child with boogers free, have two buckets of strife.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
From West comes the carpet bag. South the fur trade's son&lt;br /&gt;
All I ask to be for true fox, go now, my frock with guns.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
WHY IS THE STATE OF BIRDING?! WROUGHT WITH LOUD CANNONS!?&lt;br /&gt;
Actually, they're not. I wanted attentions from&amp;nbsp;mammoths.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My phone does ring, and no one's there,&amp;nbsp;In my nose, I have stray hairs.&lt;br /&gt;
For once I want two cents from you, two cents, from you and chairs.&lt;br /&gt;
.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8889040119643637175-8681208831124355706?l=itrypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BadPoetryAtItsFinest/~4/PaDA-k3OQqs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/8681208831124355706/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/2012/01/sounds-profound-but-its-not.html#comment-form" title="4 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889040119643637175/posts/default/8681208831124355706?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889040119643637175/posts/default/8681208831124355706?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BadPoetryAtItsFinest/~3/PaDA-k3OQqs/sounds-profound-but-its-not.html" title="Sounds profound, but it's not." /><author><name>WaffleCheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16791097921157141069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EWVU5MDDDIw/Tf2Q4Ztp_qI/AAAAAAAAAKo/u0L8N-wxllo/s220/1120593789_yppWD-XL.jpg" /></author><thr:total>4</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/2012/01/sounds-profound-but-its-not.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkMNQX04eSp7ImA9WhRVF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889040119643637175.post-410123015630534496</id><published>2012-01-16T10:28:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T10:28:10.331-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-16T10:28:10.331-08:00</app:edited><title>The heart and the harp</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/W7iWhWWM47aSWfyIYYWbMT6uaiY/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/W7iWhWWM47aSWfyIYYWbMT6uaiY/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/W7iWhWWM47aSWfyIYYWbMT6uaiY/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/W7iWhWWM47aSWfyIYYWbMT6uaiY/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Whistle, and hear the wind.&lt;br /&gt;
Run, and hear the ground.&lt;br /&gt;
Stop and you can hear the heart,&lt;br /&gt;
Jump, and you can hear the bones.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
To all who come, to ask to use&lt;br /&gt;
The tree, the glee, the water down.&lt;br /&gt;
The harp it sings, like hobos new&lt;br /&gt;
Like heart, like harp, and rabid ducks.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8889040119643637175-410123015630534496?l=itrypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BadPoetryAtItsFinest/~4/qDK3Lok5ZeM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/410123015630534496/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/2012/01/heart-and-harp.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889040119643637175/posts/default/410123015630534496?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889040119643637175/posts/default/410123015630534496?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BadPoetryAtItsFinest/~3/qDK3Lok5ZeM/heart-and-harp.html" title="The heart and the harp" /><author><name>WaffleCheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16791097921157141069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EWVU5MDDDIw/Tf2Q4Ztp_qI/AAAAAAAAAKo/u0L8N-wxllo/s220/1120593789_yppWD-XL.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/2012/01/heart-and-harp.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkQASX04eSp7ImA9WhRVF04.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889040119643637175.post-253576264606470761</id><published>2012-01-16T10:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-16T10:25:48.331-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-16T10:25:48.331-08:00</app:edited><title>Lettuce</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zhJ-pcXcG8JOdpBUB0Wprekq_4o/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zhJ-pcXcG8JOdpBUB0Wprekq_4o/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zhJ-pcXcG8JOdpBUB0Wprekq_4o/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/zhJ-pcXcG8JOdpBUB0Wprekq_4o/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Lettuce gather round the table&lt;br /&gt;
Beet the&amp;nbsp;leprechauns who&lt;br /&gt;
Make the grape escape.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8889040119643637175-253576264606470761?l=itrypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BadPoetryAtItsFinest/~4/6dTnOC7fOR4" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/253576264606470761/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/2012/01/lettuce.html#comment-form" title="1 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889040119643637175/posts/default/253576264606470761?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889040119643637175/posts/default/253576264606470761?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BadPoetryAtItsFinest/~3/6dTnOC7fOR4/lettuce.html" title="Lettuce" /><author><name>WaffleCheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16791097921157141069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EWVU5MDDDIw/Tf2Q4Ztp_qI/AAAAAAAAAKo/u0L8N-wxllo/s220/1120593789_yppWD-XL.jpg" /></author><thr:total>1</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/2012/01/lettuce.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkADSHc9fSp7ImA9WhRUFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889040119643637175.post-6269302680257318153</id><published>2012-01-06T08:56:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T12:06:19.965-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-27T12:06:19.965-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Poetry in Code" /><title>Poetry in Code Challenge: #1</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jl-5XKXyXPxWlY7ELPIcINq0EPo/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jl-5XKXyXPxWlY7ELPIcINq0EPo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jl-5XKXyXPxWlY7ELPIcINq0EPo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/jl-5XKXyXPxWlY7ELPIcINq0EPo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;fpmy dppy yjr ,rddrmhrt.&lt;br /&gt;
Im;rdd jr od dyi[of?&lt;br /&gt;
S;dp fpmy yovl ,r pgg.&lt;br /&gt;
Vsidr Yjsyd Mpy Movr.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8889040119643637175-6269302680257318153?l=itrypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BadPoetryAtItsFinest/~4/2rKEWMupRkE" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/6269302680257318153/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/2012/01/poetry-in-code-challenge-1.html#comment-form" title="7 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889040119643637175/posts/default/6269302680257318153?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889040119643637175/posts/default/6269302680257318153?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BadPoetryAtItsFinest/~3/2rKEWMupRkE/poetry-in-code-challenge-1.html" title="Poetry in Code Challenge: #1" /><author><name>WaffleCheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16791097921157141069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EWVU5MDDDIw/Tf2Q4Ztp_qI/AAAAAAAAAKo/u0L8N-wxllo/s220/1120593789_yppWD-XL.jpg" /></author><thr:total>7</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/2012/01/poetry-in-code-challenge-1.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DkANRnY5fCp7ImA9WhRUFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889040119643637175.post-9201063349176306667</id><published>2011-12-21T09:51:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T12:06:37.824-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-27T12:06:37.824-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Simile" /><title>Bad Simile #1</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BzDCpYs3_63Os-NNbRzfgMZ5YDo/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BzDCpYs3_63Os-NNbRzfgMZ5YDo/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BzDCpYs3_63Os-NNbRzfgMZ5YDo/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/BzDCpYs3_63Os-NNbRzfgMZ5YDo/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;He jumps like: A kid in school at a running contest, but halfway through he pulled his quad, and wanted to finish really bad, but he hurt too much. And the other kids were yelling at him to hurry up but he couldn't. Then, afterwards, he found out it wasn't his quad, but a bee stung him and he was allergic to bees and he didn't have his Epi-pen and so he cried, and peed his pants, but felt he should still finish the race to be a hero. He wasn't a hero, because just before the finish line, he fell.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8889040119643637175-9201063349176306667?l=itrypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BadPoetryAtItsFinest/~4/MyMYeCnRYZs" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/9201063349176306667/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/2011/12/bad-simile-1.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889040119643637175/posts/default/9201063349176306667?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889040119643637175/posts/default/9201063349176306667?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BadPoetryAtItsFinest/~3/MyMYeCnRYZs/bad-simile-1.html" title="Bad Simile #1" /><author><name>WaffleCheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16791097921157141069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EWVU5MDDDIw/Tf2Q4Ztp_qI/AAAAAAAAAKo/u0L8N-wxllo/s220/1120593789_yppWD-XL.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/2011/12/bad-simile-1.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;A0IEQ3c8fSp7ImA9WhRXFEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889040119643637175.post-406502463677424197</id><published>2011-12-21T09:45:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-21T09:45:02.975-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-21T09:45:02.975-08:00</app:edited><title>Aliens and Bigfoot</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PXsSgNL_ZQOJbG3wotqmooltNyQ/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PXsSgNL_ZQOJbG3wotqmooltNyQ/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PXsSgNL_ZQOJbG3wotqmooltNyQ/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/PXsSgNL_ZQOJbG3wotqmooltNyQ/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Yesterday I met,&lt;br /&gt;
With Grzonack the alien.&lt;br /&gt;
He told me to watch out,&lt;br /&gt;
Because Bigfoot was behind him&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I looked over there,&lt;br /&gt;
And Bigfoot looked mad&lt;br /&gt;
He came running after us&lt;br /&gt;
I knew it would be bad.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I asked him 'What's up?!'&lt;br /&gt;
He flailed, looking in fear&lt;br /&gt;
'Let's get out of here' he yelled&lt;br /&gt;
Just behind him: a hungry loch ness monster.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8889040119643637175-406502463677424197?l=itrypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BadPoetryAtItsFinest/~4/_jYvMZoFSJA" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/406502463677424197/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/2011/12/aliens-and-bigfoot.html#comment-form" title="6 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889040119643637175/posts/default/406502463677424197?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889040119643637175/posts/default/406502463677424197?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BadPoetryAtItsFinest/~3/_jYvMZoFSJA/aliens-and-bigfoot.html" title="Aliens and Bigfoot" /><author><name>WaffleCheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16791097921157141069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EWVU5MDDDIw/Tf2Q4Ztp_qI/AAAAAAAAAKo/u0L8N-wxllo/s220/1120593789_yppWD-XL.jpg" /></author><thr:total>6</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/2011/12/aliens-and-bigfoot.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk8FRng_fyp7ImA9WhRUFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889040119643637175.post-1192802774451072479</id><published>2011-12-20T12:34:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T12:06:57.647-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-27T12:06:57.647-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Haiku" /><title>Double Haiku</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/d8vY7I9waLT_HIomcymu3mkMVsw/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/d8vY7I9waLT_HIomcymu3mkMVsw/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/d8vY7I9waLT_HIomcymu3mkMVsw/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/d8vY7I9waLT_HIomcymu3mkMVsw/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;If you want to listen to my trumpet&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;div&gt;Stand up and blow in it- because that is how you make sound&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Dang. People are running and dying now.&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8889040119643637175-1192802774451072479?l=itrypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BadPoetryAtItsFinest/~4/dRCgrRniNPw" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/1192802774451072479/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/2011/12/double-haiku.html#comment-form" title="2 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889040119643637175/posts/default/1192802774451072479?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889040119643637175/posts/default/1192802774451072479?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BadPoetryAtItsFinest/~3/dRCgrRniNPw/double-haiku.html" title="Double Haiku" /><author><name>WaffleCheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16791097921157141069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EWVU5MDDDIw/Tf2Q4Ztp_qI/AAAAAAAAAKo/u0L8N-wxllo/s220/1120593789_yppWD-XL.jpg" /></author><thr:total>2</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/2011/12/double-haiku.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4FSH08cSp7ImA9WhRUFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889040119643637175.post-3716450759166956356</id><published>2011-12-20T12:25:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T12:08:39.379-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-27T12:08:39.379-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Free Stuff" /><title>I want free Pizza</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aQG5d9CMxkX9N6Eo5B_wOmGJlkc/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aQG5d9CMxkX9N6Eo5B_wOmGJlkc/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aQG5d9CMxkX9N6Eo5B_wOmGJlkc/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/aQG5d9CMxkX9N6Eo5B_wOmGJlkc/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I like pizza,&lt;br /&gt;
So super much&lt;br /&gt;
If I would have to choose,&lt;br /&gt;
Don't have to kick me in the crotch&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
My favorite pizza&lt;br /&gt;
That I want for free&lt;br /&gt;
Is Little Ceasars for sure&lt;br /&gt;
They get my endoresement-y&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8889040119643637175-3716450759166956356?l=itrypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BadPoetryAtItsFinest/~4/gYj3q1rYiAY" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/3716450759166956356/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-want-free-pizza.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889040119643637175/posts/default/3716450759166956356?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889040119643637175/posts/default/3716450759166956356?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BadPoetryAtItsFinest/~3/gYj3q1rYiAY/i-want-free-pizza.html" title="I want free Pizza" /><author><name>WaffleCheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16791097921157141069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EWVU5MDDDIw/Tf2Q4Ztp_qI/AAAAAAAAAKo/u0L8N-wxllo/s220/1120593789_yppWD-XL.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/2011/12/i-want-free-pizza.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;AkcEQXk4fSp7ImA9WhRQGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889040119643637175.post-5837757820466384536</id><published>2011-12-14T10:40:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T10:40:00.735-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-14T10:40:00.735-08:00</app:edited><title>How to diet</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tZ6DUAdb80ETojDqHZt4VJzL7r4/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tZ6DUAdb80ETojDqHZt4VJzL7r4/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tZ6DUAdb80ETojDqHZt4VJzL7r4/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/tZ6DUAdb80ETojDqHZt4VJzL7r4/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Let's face it today,&lt;br /&gt;
There are lots of fatties&lt;br /&gt;
They eat all the food&lt;br /&gt;
From all the skinnies.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
From now on let's eat&lt;br /&gt;
Enough to get by&lt;br /&gt;
Give all the rest&lt;br /&gt;
To me....cause .....'mungry.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8889040119643637175-5837757820466384536?l=itrypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BadPoetryAtItsFinest/~4/ir9wXJt8x8g" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/5837757820466384536/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/2011/12/how-to-diet.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889040119643637175/posts/default/5837757820466384536?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889040119643637175/posts/default/5837757820466384536?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BadPoetryAtItsFinest/~3/ir9wXJt8x8g/how-to-diet.html" title="How to diet" /><author><name>WaffleCheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16791097921157141069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EWVU5MDDDIw/Tf2Q4Ztp_qI/AAAAAAAAAKo/u0L8N-wxllo/s220/1120593789_yppWD-XL.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/2011/12/how-to-diet.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;DU8DQnw6fSp7ImA9WhRQGEU.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889040119643637175.post-6611737663486197589</id><published>2011-12-14T10:37:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-14T10:37:53.215-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-14T10:37:53.215-08:00</app:edited><title>Why I love you</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/j5rRne594LHzY8iQ7Bzbz0REgc0/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/j5rRne594LHzY8iQ7Bzbz0REgc0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/j5rRne594LHzY8iQ7Bzbz0REgc0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/j5rRne594LHzY8iQ7Bzbz0REgc0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;From Husband:&lt;br /&gt;
I love you for your cuteness&lt;br /&gt;
I love you for your bodyness&lt;br /&gt;
I love you for your funnyness&lt;br /&gt;
I love you for your motherness&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
From Wife:&lt;br /&gt;
I love you and your moneyness&lt;br /&gt;
I love you with your wrinkled-shirt-ness&lt;br /&gt;
I love you with your fart-in-bed-ness&lt;br /&gt;
And I love you with your can't-put-the-toilet-seat-down-ness&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8889040119643637175-6611737663486197589?l=itrypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BadPoetryAtItsFinest/~4/gBUxQYAN4lM" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/6611737663486197589/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/2011/12/why-i-love-you.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889040119643637175/posts/default/6611737663486197589?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889040119643637175/posts/default/6611737663486197589?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BadPoetryAtItsFinest/~3/gBUxQYAN4lM/why-i-love-you.html" title="Why I love you" /><author><name>WaffleCheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16791097921157141069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EWVU5MDDDIw/Tf2Q4Ztp_qI/AAAAAAAAAKo/u0L8N-wxllo/s220/1120593789_yppWD-XL.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/2011/12/why-i-love-you.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;CEAFR3Y5eSp7ImA9WhRQF00.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889040119643637175.post-5196301376989796653</id><published>2011-12-12T07:11:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-12-12T07:11:56.821-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-12-12T07:11:56.821-08:00</app:edited><title>Vacation Poem</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/39_cak4Es5FlthiMQQHI5eHQq2I/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/39_cak4Es5FlthiMQQHI5eHQq2I/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/39_cak4Es5FlthiMQQHI5eHQq2I/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/39_cak4Es5FlthiMQQHI5eHQq2I/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;Your vacation is looming.&lt;br /&gt;
It starts in one week&lt;br /&gt;
The anticipation is killing,&lt;br /&gt;
But time going fast seems bleak&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It seems like 47 years until the day,&lt;br /&gt;
And from work, you've checked out&lt;br /&gt;
All you can think about is leaving&lt;br /&gt;
Watching Carrot Top, not grout.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
It has finally arrived,&lt;br /&gt;
You leave car packed high,&lt;br /&gt;
You drive for 3425 hours,&lt;br /&gt;
The casinos, fill the sky.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
You get drunk and gamble,&lt;br /&gt;
You lose all your money the first day.&lt;br /&gt;
You cry and go back to sleep&lt;br /&gt;
And think of tomorrow, what to play.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Once nothing has worked,&lt;br /&gt;
And all your money did not last&lt;br /&gt;
It seems like 61 seconds have left,&lt;br /&gt;
And vacation went by way too fast.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8889040119643637175-5196301376989796653?l=itrypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BadPoetryAtItsFinest/~4/khR-T7cQpNo" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/5196301376989796653/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/2011/12/vacation-poem.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889040119643637175/posts/default/5196301376989796653?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889040119643637175/posts/default/5196301376989796653?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BadPoetryAtItsFinest/~3/khR-T7cQpNo/vacation-poem.html" title="Vacation Poem" /><author><name>WaffleCheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16791097921157141069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EWVU5MDDDIw/Tf2Q4Ztp_qI/AAAAAAAAAKo/u0L8N-wxllo/s220/1120593789_yppWD-XL.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/2011/12/vacation-poem.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Dk4GRn4-fCp7ImA9WhRUFkQ.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889040119643637175.post-4189548695780133198</id><published>2011-12-05T09:20:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2012-01-27T12:08:47.054-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2012-01-27T12:08:47.054-08:00</app:edited><category scheme="http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#" term="Simile" /><title>Simile Poem</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mVOxZlTR5xYAjzihsmkb1jdEeU0/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mVOxZlTR5xYAjzihsmkb1jdEeU0/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mVOxZlTR5xYAjzihsmkb1jdEeU0/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/mVOxZlTR5xYAjzihsmkb1jdEeU0/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;He flies like a plane&lt;br /&gt;
She flies like a bird&lt;br /&gt;
It flies like a fly&lt;br /&gt;
We fly like a turd.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They eat like race car drivers&lt;br /&gt;
I eat like lobsters&lt;br /&gt;
We eat like cake eaters&lt;br /&gt;
You eat like mobsters&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
Yo smell like summer&lt;br /&gt;
Ustedes smell like canned fruit&lt;br /&gt;
Tu smell like lobsters&lt;br /&gt;
Nosotros smell like boots.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
They stir like Japanese&lt;br /&gt;
I stir like my crew&lt;br /&gt;
You stir like happiness&lt;br /&gt;
We stir like hulahoops.&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;br /&gt;
I run like you,&lt;br /&gt;
You run like them&lt;br /&gt;
They run like us,&lt;br /&gt;
We run like fat guys.&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8889040119643637175-4189548695780133198?l=itrypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BadPoetryAtItsFinest/~4/aSYh60ueKM8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/4189548695780133198/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/2011/12/simile-poem.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889040119643637175/posts/default/4189548695780133198?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889040119643637175/posts/default/4189548695780133198?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BadPoetryAtItsFinest/~3/aSYh60ueKM8/simile-poem.html" title="Simile Poem" /><author><name>WaffleCheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16791097921157141069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EWVU5MDDDIw/Tf2Q4Ztp_qI/AAAAAAAAAKo/u0L8N-wxllo/s220/1120593789_yppWD-XL.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/2011/12/simile-poem.html</feedburner:origLink></entry><entry gd:etag="W/&quot;Ak4MSH49fyp7ImA9WhRRFko.&quot;"><id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-8889040119643637175.post-3322406086915348718</id><published>2011-11-30T10:49:00.000-08:00</published><updated>2011-11-30T10:49:49.067-08:00</updated><app:edited xmlns:app="http://www.w3.org/2007/app">2011-11-30T10:49:49.067-08:00</app:edited><title>Repeat</title><content type="html">
&lt;p&gt;&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nJT4xNb8PdGOZRINwrMM6TFFu4g/0/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nJT4xNb8PdGOZRINwrMM6TFFu4g/0/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;br/&gt;
&lt;a href="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nJT4xNb8PdGOZRINwrMM6TFFu4g/1/da"&gt;&lt;img src="http://feedads.g.doubleclick.net/~a/nJT4xNb8PdGOZRINwrMM6TFFu4g/1/di" border="0" ismap="true"&gt;&lt;/img&gt;&lt;/a&gt;&lt;/p&gt;I do know Pete&lt;div&gt;Don't ask to repeat.&amp;nbsp;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;I shall do it only once&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;Next time just say 'what?'&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(because to ask: 'Please sir, would you be so kind to repeat what you said' is stupider than, 'what?')&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;&lt;br /&gt;
&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div&gt;(Also, explaining jokes and poems is lame. I'll only do it a few more times..... maybe 10. Or more. Or less, but it will definitely be a number of times.)&lt;/div&gt;&lt;div class="blogger-post-footer"&gt;&lt;img width='1' height='1' src='https://blogger.googleusercontent.com/tracker/8889040119643637175-3322406086915348718?l=itrypoetry.blogspot.com' alt='' /&gt;&lt;/div&gt;&lt;img src="http://feeds.feedburner.com/~r/BadPoetryAtItsFinest/~4/WOlJ7lpHSb8" height="1" width="1"/&gt;</content><link rel="replies" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/feeds/3322406086915348718/comments/default" title="Post Comments" /><link rel="replies" type="text/html" href="http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/2011/11/repeat.html#comment-form" title="0 Comments" /><link rel="edit" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889040119643637175/posts/default/3322406086915348718?v=2" /><link rel="self" type="application/atom+xml" href="http://www.blogger.com/feeds/8889040119643637175/posts/default/3322406086915348718?v=2" /><link rel="alternate" type="text/html" href="http://feedproxy.google.com/~r/BadPoetryAtItsFinest/~3/WOlJ7lpHSb8/repeat.html" title="Repeat" /><author><name>WaffleCheese</name><uri>http://www.blogger.com/profile/16791097921157141069</uri><email>noreply@blogger.com</email><gd:image rel="http://schemas.google.com/g/2005#thumbnail" width="32" height="31" src="http://2.bp.blogspot.com/-EWVU5MDDDIw/Tf2Q4Ztp_qI/AAAAAAAAAKo/u0L8N-wxllo/s220/1120593789_yppWD-XL.jpg" /></author><thr:total>0</thr:total><feedburner:origLink>http://itrypoetry.blogspot.com/2011/11/repeat.html</feedburner:origLink></entry></feed>

