k8’s poetry corner

I may or may not have a date to eat ice cream with a gentleman named Peter this week (it all hinges on a scheduling conflict). In his honor, I wrote this poem:

Peter, Peter, ice cream eater
Had a date but couldn't meet her
Put her in an ice cream cone
And there he left her, all alone.

Today, I was in the park and saw this five foot girl kissing this seven foot guy. In her honor, I wrote this poem:

A note to short girls
Please stop dating the tall guys
They are hard to find.

And recently, a friend of mine told me he threw a baby shower (with two kegs), at which he and guests of his rode down the stairs of his house on his ironing board. In their honor, I wrote this poem:

There once were some guys drinking rums
Who ironed the stairs with their bums
When no one was hurt
Each took off his shirt
And showed off rug burns on his thumbs.

(I have photos to prove it.)