a poem about poems I never could get into poetry much.
I was never that good at the rhyming and such.
It seemed to consume all my free time each day
Interpreting words that Bill Shakespeare did say.

I majored in English for some silly reason
I found it to be unrewarding, not pleasin'
But chemistry got to be really damn hard
And English allowed me to let down my guard.

But majors in English still have time to do
The things of which science nerds don't have a clue,
Like sleeping, and eating, and summer and fall
And of course most importantly: college football!

The irony's something I know I can't shake
That I tell you this all in a poem for Pete's sake!
My actions are something I can't justify;
Poems are worse than needles in my eye.

But if you have gotten this far in the post
You're probably going to read at least most
But if you gave up you will miss the best part
'Cause I ended the thing with a naughty word: "fart."  ¶ monger187 wrote this on 10/20/2006