Tuesday, August 23, 2005

An ode to Miss G. (roommate at the beach)

It was brought to my attention that I overlooked mentioning my partner in crime while at the beach. It was an oversight of enormous proportions and I have decided to compose a poem.

Ah-hem (clearing my throat)

It was a warp speed drive
It took 3 hours instead of five
I drank and drank and until I puked and groaned
She drank and drank and overused her phone (close to rhyming)
We found a pumpkin costume as big as a boat
We planned how we could use it as a float
Waffle House was the last meal
Then Sara had to return to the 'Ham (just couldn't make the last part work, sorry)

Tah-dah! I write horrible poetry and I promise never to do it again...


jenny said...

that is a truly terrible poem. funny...but terrible.

beachboundmsu said...

I can't believe you didn't include in your poem anything about your cooler !

jamie said...

Don't quit your day job!
I forgot all about the pumpkin suit--for the record, I have no idea why there would be an inflatable pumpkin costume at the beach. Ce la vie.

Also, I want to give a shout-out to Miss G. if you are reading, "Hey!"