| Hot Glue! By Chris Peterson 10/22/01 Hot glue! Warm glue! Curses! How I HATE you Burning fingers ever mine Spinning webs of glue fine Fingers trembling, as I stare At my dispenser in despair I tried to glue this to that And the gun replied tit-for-tat Scorching my fingers Pain that still lingers Snared in a net Of glue that met The cooler room air And so the glue dared To cool over mine In webs very fine So dear sir, I say Hark! Hear my warning bark! For the glue lukewarm Will cause fingers to mourn About the old days, when the weren’t black n’ blue So please sir, heed my warning to you Stay away from the glue with “HOT” on the package Or of feeling in your digits there will be a lack-age I’m truly sorry for that lame last rhyme I can’t think them up for every line But this continuing poem is drivin’ me round the bend So good-bye! Adios! For this is The End. |