Annie's Craptacular Collection
My poetry does not deserve
its own section. I didn't realize this until I had gathered up all the poems
and saw how their crappiness magnified when assembled in one place. Despite
the lameness of this section, I'm keeping it up. If I cared about how lame I
was, I wouldn't have written these to begin with.
October 27, 2001
will not write a poem today," said Annie-Wan, who slept all day. "I
have the measles and the mumps -- a gash, a rash, and purple bumps."
written by Shel Silverstein, and I just stole it. It was also the only poem
I could recall from memory at the moment, except for Poe's "The Bells,"
which, if altered for the JSEB, would go something like this: "Oh Jon Jon
Jon Jon Jon Jon Jon."
You promise! You lie!
Your writing makes us cry!
If it weren't for Jon events
Then you would surely die.
I promise! I lie!
Yes -- I will surely fry!
You think that you can take me? HA!
I'd like to see you try!
comes to rhyming,
Lyrics, or verse
Annie's lousy timing
Can come off quite terse.
I read her writing?
No thank you, I'll pass.
Her language is biting --
TWICE she used the word "ass"!
times now, actually.)
and send the kids aloft.
Tune in to CBS Sunday night
for 60 Minutes with Steve Kroft.
of Annie to write
with the latest news about Jon.
Her dedication and might
make me weep 'til I water my lawn.
The JSEB has found a new site
I must see it! Good-bye! I'm GONE!
the way it was meant to be.
Last updated September 2,