Friday, February 04, 2005

Ode to my button

I have no memories of you,
Only memories with you.
But now that you are gone,
My memories are few.

A belt without a button:
Pat Sajack without a clue.

2 comments:

Saint K said...

Ok, first of all, what kind of rhyme scheme is that, a-a-b-a? More like f-a-g-g-o-t-m-o-t-h-e-r-f-e-r, effer. Second, how many belts do you own that have buttons on them? If you have any, then stop making your own clothes, Martha. If not, then you need to take Thinking-Before-You-Type 101, fag (it's in the computer dept.). Third, its Pat Sajak, you geniophobic freak, not Pat Sajack, no one knows who that is.

Saint K said...

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