Oh OpenOffice... We meet again.
Tomorrow makes exactly two months
That I have visited you daily.
In that time, we've made sweet sweet love
Over 80 times... And oh, the babies we've had!
Some were ugly, sure, and others premature,
But some were so precious, so wonderful...
Yet others are just like this one right here.
What do I mean by that, you ask?
Well, for our wonderful children
We make sweet, sweet love...
Tender, affectionate, take our time...
These types are more the type
Where you have a headache
And it just happens to be an anniversary
So it just has to happen is all...
So, OpenOffice,
I write to you today...
Without anything truly to say.
But perhaps simply saying I have nothing to say
Is, in itself, poetry in some way?
Meh. Your call, reader man. Choose wisely.
1 comment:
ch a special and thoughtful anniversary gift!
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