Airing my Philthy Laundry

Creepy Poems, Part Duex

Back by popular demand, it's the second installment of "Creepy Poems"
This time I'm writing about the lovely people I've met while on business in Ames, IA.

Ode to the girl that talks alot
On the day that I met you, you said you were sick
I offered some lozenges, "This'll do the trick."
But you kept hacking, it was pretty gross
Also, to add, your breath smells like my toes.

Ode to the old guy
When I met you I was warned, you'd be difficult with to work
The way they were talking, I thought you'd stab me with a fork
Your driving was slow, some would say cautious
But there's no arguin', your Stetson makes me naucious

Ode to the waiter at Applebee's
I couldn't believe, how happy you seemed
When you served up my steak, and my potatoes creamed
Your gestures were wild, your smile divine
I suppose your doctor's, giving you drugs better than mine

Ode to all the mullets
Oh what a haircut, I squeal with delight
Not sure what to blame it on, maybe Busch Light
They're blonde, brown, & curly; straight, long or short
Of course I used to have one, but that was when I was building a fort

That's all the poetry for now.
But as for a general announcement, on a suggestion from the_dude, I will now be atempting to accumulate different photographs of the wonderful people i interact with on my traveling ventures. Stay tuned for those installments.
Next on the traveling agenda is Sandusky, Ohio, followed by Ukiah, California.

posted by philthy @ 1:21 AM