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Alan- You will most likely never see this website, but I hope one day you will gorw tall enough to see the moniter on your computer. Don- Yo. That's all I got to say to you Tuan- How can one be so cold all the time? Anu- Take care or the barracuda named Halibut Nick- Face it. What "it" is I don't know yet. It'll come to me soon. Tiffany- I'm not sure why you think you are a toothpick. No, you are far too dull for that. That better not have gone over your head. Ashley- I'm getting better at solitare, though I still have little luck. BJ- Pretend I said something interesting or funny, because I can't think of anything right now. Grant- Don't worry, I am going to join soccer in the fall. Bill- Although you will have a small chance of seeing this, I would be appreciative if you would not try and knowck off all my limbs during lunch. Renee- Say Hi to Zoey, explain why you were petting my hair at lunch, and keep up those creative poems. Vince-Let's see if we can buy that Cookie Monster off of Katie. |
Note: Since this text column is too skinny, lines in my poem will be separated with asteriks (*). OK. Tuan's Christmas it was the night before christmas* and all through the house* not a creature was stiring* except for a mouse* who went by the name of tuan* he lived in a hair salon* what did tuan want for christmas?* a bon-bon, it was the only thing for tuan* as he was nestled in some locks of hair* he heard a noise from the chimney over there* could it be?* santa?* tuan could nearly pee with glee* but no, it was only a flea* later on, as tuan was nestled down in his hair locks* dreams of a bon-bon danced in his head* when out be the door someone arose such clatter* tuan looked up at him and said, "WHO COULD BE FATTER?"* tuan dodged his feet as the man scattered over to the tree* tuan squeaked with delight* but it gave santa a fright* and he turned around with a look of fear* and then started screaming, "YIKES, A MOUSE IS HERE!"* and with a dash out the door* santa was not in the area* tuan chuckled as the door swung shut* because he spied a bon-bon, amidst all the smut* as he ran towards his divine present, he heard out of the corner of his ear* MERRY CHRISTMAS TO ALL AND A HAPPY NEW YEAR!* this has been a heart-warming poem created by matthew wiepking | ||||||||||||||||||
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