Saturday night,
around nine o’clock,
Is my favorite
time of year.
I’d rather kiss
an Eskimo,
Than drink some
warm, green beer.
If at your
birthday party,
You want another
wish—
Just quote the
late Douglass Adams,
And say, “So
long, thanks for all the fish!”
If you saw a
turtle fly an airplane
Would that
somehow impress you?
And if you had to
sneeze in Hell,
Would Lucifer
then say, “Bless you?”
This poem doesn’t
really have a meaning,
I just had some
energy to burn.
With that said,
I’ll sit down now,
And let another
take their turn!