Thursday, August 13, 2009

A poem by Moi

There once was a girl named Carly

Grocery stores make her snarly

She watched this cute guy

With a gleam in her eye

then saw that his feet were gnarly

The sight of his feet
made our Carly so sick

She put down her list
so she could leave real quick

"Forget the milk and the bread

I'll just go home instead

-I hope he won't hear
my phone camera click"


Carly(via Blackberry)

2 comments:

meopta said...

He'll just think you liked his ass.

Carly said...

I've seen better. Much better.