As i sit here, ready to type
i forget about the noodles, try as i might
i put them on the stove, press the small button
and think to myself "i'm forgetin' somethin"
so i walk back to the computer, write a small thing
to my brother cj who makes my mind shweeng
meanwhile, on the stove of pure joy
sits my pot of ramen noodles, all bubbly and.......
oh fuz, i'm a terrible poet. guess i didnt get that gene. gene? Jean? gean? mean mean full of beans hope you get a hole in your jeans? ha. i'm babysitting and i'm SO BORED. i think someone spiked the macaroni, cuz all the kids konked out right after dinner. ha. welp folks, sorry bout that, it was incredibly horrible in all aspects, but have a nice day!
ps, there was a festival thing today at wolf mountain and they had a howl contest, and CHUCK WON! he got a family season pass for the entire ski season. pretty crazy, cuz all he did was go up on stage and make some stupid noise. and make a stupid fool of himself. but heck, we love him anyway! ok bye guys
~camille
Perros April 18, 2016
10 years ago
4 comments:
Wow, Cam, your blog posted exactly ONE minute before mine did? Wish I had some macaroni, or bologne, hum diddly-ony. Maybe someone spike MY chili . . .
I think everyone is going CRAZY!! : )
oh i wish i was there!
Gr: No, everyone's not going crazy...they're already there!
We're trying to decide who writes the best or most unique poetry. Taylor, Sam or Cam? Hmmmm
or Beth or.....
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