Oh - I also found a poem I wrote in crayon, a long time ago.



Hearts and stars,

and people from Mars

Vegetable stew,

I love you.

ODE TO DITDAH

Some of you call her a big ole dyke

And just maybe she rides a fat bike

But when it comes down to the holy truth

I can't think of a good rhyme for the word "truth".

There once was a lady name Crista

Who went by the screen name of Ditdah

She posted a poem

who wrote it? don't know 'im

But I guess since I'm a n00b I might as well not even finish this damn limerick anyway.

sooth, vermouth, tooth, uncouth

Oh, right. This is for Dit.





sooth, vermouth, tooth, uncouth





There.

Sage, I'm not sure where she is now, but if I can track her down you two could have psychotic genius kids that write crazy poems about people.



Think there's any money in that?

booth

Hey - Frost off! I still have all my teeth!







(The vermouth preserves them.)

Is she cute?



Is she married? Oh, who am I trying to kid? Like I ever cared about that before.

Is she cute?



Is she married? Oh, who am I trying to kid? Like I ever cared about that before.





FIXED!

Looks like you crossed out the wrong one, there, Sage

Damn.

That is scary.

Indeed.

Ditdah



D is for the Dick that will never see her vajayjay

I is for Innocence, that never exsisted in her

T is for that Time on the whiteboard *winks*

D is also for Drunk, the way she would always rather be

A is for Atrophy, the way her sexlife seems to be presently

H is for the Hilarity that she brings into my life







<suck up>

First, Sy, now Sim, Donk you really need to stop having male crushes on middle-aged GABbers.

B is for Big

B is for Boobs

M is for mmmmm.... that's all that matters.

If I had a dollar for every male that had a crush on me, I'd buy Nova Scotia.

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

Ditdah Ditdah

Doo doo doo.

Roses are Red,

Carnations are Pink,

Ditdah's a dyke,

and Al is a chink.

<action>wants to be like Phla</action>

That's not true, Al's a gook.

Roses are red,

The Bible's a book.

Ditdah's a dyke

And Phuc's a gook.





How's that?

Roses are red.

Orchids are black.

Trae's at her best

When she's on her back.

Roses are red

Phlas are elephant

This poem about Ditdah

Is very relevant

Roses ain't blue

Phla lives out West

Snoopy's a dog

Something about Ditdah.

Beer goes in a glass

Water goes in a bucket

Something about Ditdah

And BIG's poem can suck it.

Ditdah is someone

That I liked to meet

Phla is cranky

'Cause she smells like feet.

Ditdah was finally moving her Shakespeare

She's a procrastinator

She found a poem

Stuck to her old vibrator.

Ditdah is cool and stuff

BIG is very wronky

The feet smell orange tic tac person

Lives somewhere in Texas, maybe you know her or something.

Phla was a star

When she was an Eagle

She through her dog out a window

Now she wants a beagle.

Also, threw.

GRAMMAR'D

Winter is cold

And my skin is dry,

Ditdah likes girls

Won't have sex with a guy.

Ohhh, wait I get it.



Here's a thing.

There's a thing.

Another thing,

GAY.

Exactly.





Duck duck Goose

Truck truck Noose

Quantum Physics

PHLA'S A NERD.

I like that one.

Quiznos Subway

Applebee's snack

IHOP Pathmark

ChiChi smokes crack.

Phla sounds really crazy

BIG is just a dork

Ditdah is too lazy

to make this any good.

I once met a horndog named Crista.

Flicked her kitty till she got a blista.

It looked such like a polyp

She hollered "CODSWALLOP!"

Then grabbed on ole Chix for a trista.

It's easy to write a limerick when you make up words that rhyme.

And I bet you do that all the tiiiiiiiiime.

Ditdah's girlfriend

won't lick her twat,

I'd rather hang with Erika

After she smokes pot.

Roses are red

Leather is black

You'd look really lovely

Stretched out on a rack.

BIG would rather hang with Erika than my girlfriend.



I see this as a very good thing.

Crista went to Boston and shared a room with 3,

It was Mr. Sir, Ditdah, Haggis and me.

I got laid

Didn't get paid

Crista saw Spicey's pasty ass for free.

<action>wants to get in on the hot poetry action</action>While I was gazing out my window trying to some inspiration for a poem, I saw some Moroccan guy wearing one of those funny hats with the tassel.



Does anybody know anything that rhymes with fez seein'?

.

Needs more Bonky.

Phuc BIG Phla Froggie

Frat Dogs Trae Donkey

Bankey Undies Trix

Taco Skippy Chix

None of you as cool as Bonky

We love Bonkey

But she loves bats,

Frost YOU DITDAH

You big bull dyke.

At least I didn't say Pram.

Anybody want a peanut?

Oddly enough, there is no Eeeeeeeeeeeeeeee in Bonky.

Oh. My. Gawd.



The GF decided to try. Here's her, um, 'poem.'



When I was licking chickens

I was stricken

by his thickness

and I choked.



Words escape me.

So does reason and sanity.

Truth in poetry.


*Sheds a single tear*