OMG, a poem contest! | Burnt Toast Diner

Hey Everybody! I’m sooo excited for this contest. I entered a poem and it’s like, super deep. Uncle Super Cute Peter will be sooo proud. But you’ll have to wait for it because this post isn’t about me. Yep, I’m giving an intro like a really suave talks show host! Anyway, the first poem is by someone very special to me. He’s more of a brother than my human brother Loyd. Everyone pays more attention to him at least. I think this poem was written during his little stint with twinkies. He was very upset about being out of the dog show buisiness. So here’s Muggles! Clap extra loud for him, kay?

Twinkie

by Mr. Muggles

To my beloved Twinkie
How I love you so
You taste better than Claire’s little toe
I am teased by your spongy shell
Hidden inside is your surgery white cream
I can’t say no to your sweet smell
Just even thinking about you makes me beam
We make a wonderful pair
Just like Mummy and Dad
or Adam and his wonderful hair
I know together we are totally rad
Life is getting better
Dad’s alive and West did flee
I love California’s sunny weather
and I have no fleas
Thank you for being my friend
I know we will be together till the end.

Isn’t he cute? I love him. Anyway, the next poem is by some paranoid anti-government girl. No, not my ex boyfriend, though he does fit all of those qualities. Its by Spoon Fed, aka Hana, aka a bunch of other names that she hasn’t told me. Yeah, she’s kinda weird, but shes pretty nice, so enjoy her poem!

Fearful End

by Spoon Fed

Fearful waiters watching sharks
Never knowing when mice might strike!!
Ketchup poisoned, air is toxic
Look out for the scary dyke!!

Catatonic sleeper cell
Selling bacon in the market
Raising funds to buy itself
A creme-filled rocket

Sounding off an evil bell.
Telling people to fear Hell

Run fast, run far to the other side
Everyone is wearing shoes
All the rest have died
in Church pews

They tell you where you should go
Then you sneeze out biscuit filler
Never dance the Flamenco
It would attract your would-be killer

Cut down trees, they make wood
But look out for the golfers’ bag
They’ll tie your laces, eat your brain
Then sleep with Mom and Dad

Vacationing in Baghdad
Resting on a lilly pad

Run! Run! Run away!
The end is near
It’s today!

I don’t really get it, but my wussy ex-boyfriend might. But then, maybe not. This girl looks like she would totaly help me take down an evil company unlike some ball-less people I know. And she doesn’t even have a body! You go Hana!

And that’s all I have for right now! Someone should be posting my poem sometime. I really hope you like it! Oooh! If you want, I can put on my cheerleading uniform and recite it! Or! I’ll do that if I win! Bye for now!

5 Comments

Adam Monroe January 1, 2008

Admirable work, Hana. But my favorite part so far is Mr. Muggles’ line about my hair. It IS fabulous, isn’t it?

gaby January 2, 2008

i cant wait for your poem!

West January 2, 2008

I hate to say it, but Claire’s right. Hana’s poem makes perfect sense to me. Brava, Hana!

Claire B January 2, 2008

Of course I’m right West; I always knew you were a little girl.

Anonymous January 2, 2008

omg those links are crazy. you need meds!!

Twinkie

Fearful End

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