Poetry Time There once was a man who liked scooters
And girls with very large hooters
He wrecked on the street
And broke both his feet
And now he just crashed his computers  ¶ 12:32 AM 6 comments

  Rain and Me; Love and Hate I love the rain, how it gently falls from the sky,
and it waters the grass, and makes children wonder,Why?
It washes our rivers, and cleans the air
It feels good in the summer dripping from your hair
Its just perfect in evenings when trying to sleep
Listening to rain is better than counting the sheep.

But I hate the rain when I come home from work,
On my two wheeled scooter , surrounded by cars driven by jerks,
It makes the road slippery, and out of control,
The oils bubble up, like grease in a bowl.
I hate the rain when trying go get home,
I'm surprised I ever make it in one piece.

  ¶ 8:50 PM 4 comments