Friday, August 24, 2012

Other Bad Poetry Submission

This is a little poem a group of us made up while we were eating lunch in the breakroom.

"Keys"
Bad day ahead, I forgot my keys
I can't get in the door.
I knock.  No response.  It sticks in my craw.
They think I'm ***** ****
I stand there like a doofus, no coffee for me
It's my own fault.  I forgot my key.

*** is the name of a person who's name I cannot reveal but rhymes with craw.

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