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Sunday, May 15, 2005

More I Hate Bend poems....

Roses are red
Dirt is brown
I hate Bend
It makes me frown.

A Haiku... (how do you spell high-koo?)

Bend is dry and brown
Everyone's rich or a snob
It makes my nose bleed

A Limerick... (how do you spell lim-rick?)

In the desert, there's a town called Bend
Where everyone is rude, not a friend
There are gun racks and Subaru's and frogs
That cougar in the tree wants your dog

mmhmm.

there you go.

4 Comments:

At 8:30 AM, Blogger rebecca marie said...

janni laine is basically awesome.

here is my "i hate bend" poem;

'JANNI LAINE GET YOUR BUH TOOTIE BACK HERE.'

thank you.

 
At 11:01 AM, Blogger tabitha jane said...

reminds me of the poems that the poet in big fish wrote about spectre.

 
At 5:15 PM, Blogger Rebecca said...

You aren't done posting. Get busy lady!

 
At 11:49 PM, Blogger Scrapping Dani said...

My Sister lives in Bend. She totally loves it. I like it too. What is wrong with it? If Gabe could transfer there I would totally move to Bend.

 

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