Showing posts with label Bad Poetry. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Bad Poetry. Show all posts

Friday, July 24, 2009

A Poem. Sort of.



Rudee Bo Peep had lost her sheep
and didn't know where to find them.
Into the car they hopped,
drove to where they shopped,
so she could do some rectifying.


Bo Peep bought wool for spinning
at $26 dollars a pound.
She swore to her mate this was a steal
and ultimately, she made a good deal
and her bargaining powers were sound.


She went down the street to Rapunzel's,
lured by the sign that shouted YARN on the door.
She and her mate had a schism
when she picked up the Prism
and dropped more money in that store.


THE END