Sunday, November 19, 2006


Today, being the Sabbath... it is a Cringe day.

This is true, straight-up Cringe too. Written circa 1985, this is written... gasp! For a boy. Here is the pathetic and cringe-ity-doo-dah part (because I still think it's a good poem), I told the dipstick boy I had truly written it for, that I wrote it with
his current love interest (read beautiful bee-hatch) in mind, for what she was putting him through. The dipstick I and I were "friends" and I may have even half-believed it at the time.


Crocodile Tears

Your crocodile tears touch me,
and I'm
flattered that you'd care enough
to pretend to an emotion.


elizasmom said...

I think it's actually a pretty good one.

But your Cringe entries are making me remember that somewhere at my mom's house is a stash of poetry I wrote in high school about various boys I crushed on with whom I had never exchanged an actual word. May they NEVER be found...

DadGuy said...

Hey, where are my pictures?

bon said...

Your photos are on the night stand.

Mama D said...

I never wrote poetry. I wrote stories. But I did write heartfelt letters to boys I liked.

the Dread Pirate Rackham said...

Oh. My. God.

I soooo remember that.