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| Ode to Owen Poetry for Owie, Inspired by Owie. |
| I can't claim that I've spent alot of time on this portion of the site (not that I have on any of it.) In fact, I wrote all of this off of the top of my head just now. Hope you laugh (or cry. Either is fine with me.) But chances are you won't (do either.) I have never written poetry just for fun before. Sadly, I have nothing else to do this summer since all of my friends from college live elsewhere, and all of my friends from high school that still live here are stuck in the "hey, let's smoke pot all day and laugh at Cheech and Chong movies" phase. The ones who arn't complete potheads are off doing fun and exotic things with their time. On top of that, I decided not to do the summer job thing. (who needs money when you have your own wit and bitter sarcasm to keep busy?). Hey! This is fun and exotic, too! Can't no one say it isn't! (At least not to my face. Since you don't know who I am.) So THERE! Haha! Anyways. Read the crappy poems already:) |
| Owie's Nose When I look upon your face My eyes rest upon the place Between your eyes and your lips Right on your nose, as it dips It's been broken once or twice To me, the effect is quite nice Your blonde hair and blue eyes Could have make people walk right by But your nose, imperfect as it is Made people, a second chance, give It may be different, but it is right I want to kiss it, long, all night! |
| Rhymes with Adam I don't know you from Adam And yet I know about you Your face, it makes me gladden But your essense, I can't see into For all I know you're a Madam Selling whores by the hour You could be a really bad man Stealing virgins flowers It really makes me sadden That you, I'll never know Your children, I'll never have them And that just really blows. |
| Pursin' Lips You love to purse your lips alot Straight expressions, you've forgot It's like your teeth protrude a bit So together, your lips won't fit It looks sexy most of the time Except for when I've just eaten a lime Then it just looks like a pucker One that says a smell does linger You thought I would say the "f" word, didn't you? Well I don't talk like that, you little poo! |
| Description blonde crooked nose bright blue eyes big and bright smile manly man with a twist fun and fun loving long shaggy hair great guy Owen |
| I Wish* I wish I was a little bit taller I wish I was a baller I wish I had a girl who looked good, I would call her I wish I had a rabbit in a hat with a bat And six four Impala |
| * I kindof borrowed this poem from a song written in the mid to late 90's by a guy named Skee-lo. I figured he wouldn't mind, and hey, if I had thought of it first, I would have written it myself. Sorry for the lack of creativity there, but writing poetry gets old pretty quick. Maybe I'll add more lovely poems later for your enjoyment. But probably not. |
| Pie High guy in the sky How fly by the by See him rise See him dive Bye bye, high guy |