i'm sick

       i've got a virus
       i'm sickety-sick 
       i feel like a used tissue
       ickety-ick

       my head is congested
       mucous overload
       if i blow my nose once more,
       i will explode!

       i'm whiny,i'm cranky ,
       i'm stuck in my bed 
       my face is puke green 
       and my nose is bright red!

       my eyes are all bloodshot
       my nostrils are crusting;
       this sickness has made 
               me look 
          Truly Disgusting

       i cough and i sneeze 
       spreading germs everywhere 
       my room is a health hazard-
       Visitors BEWARE!!

       being sick is no fun 
       in fact,it's a pain
       i'm told i'll get better soon!
       untill then...i'll complain 

                          by,
                          gabrielle

                              Modern Love Poem
     
   
      A Trite Redundant Poem With a Laughable Excuse For a Structure
  Addressed To Absolutely No One in Particular and Whose Only Redeeming
                          Value is That It's Short
                         a.k.a. A Modern Love Poem

My dearest darling with long dark hair and eyes azure,
My love for you is eternal, tried, and sure.
I stare into the infinite depths of your eyes,
But I often find my gaze directed at your thighs.

Everyone appreciates your unsurpassed beauty and grace,
Your perfect supple form and enchanting face.
Some say beauty is fleeting, and boy do I agree.
Your personality sucks, so when you're 40, with you I will not be.

My sweet, how do I love thee?  Let me count the ways...
One...uh...one...hmm...number one...gimme a chance... how about the
way your body sways?

Let me once more restate my love for you.
65% of the time, to you I'm true.
There is no other woman with whom I lay,
At least, not at this particular time of day.

My dear, you're absolutely the best.
How 'bout accompanying me to the next Centralfest?
(That is, unless I don't have another date)
The events that brought us together must have been fate.

I love you, I love you, I love you.
You're the greatest, Jenny, I mean Cherry, I mean Sue.
  

There was a young lady from Wheeling
Who professed to no sexual feeling
Till a cynic named Boris
Just touched her clitoris
And she had to be scraped off the ceiling

Doc said i should go on a diet;

I said, "Ok, I will try it."

But when i saw how

Much food he'd allow,

I made up my mind not to buy it.

Sent by Christi

There was a young lady called Bright 
Who could travel much faster than light 
she departed one day
in a relative way 
And arrived on the previous night