My pet midget Greg
hates my poetry and begged,
"Stop it or i'll poke you with this peg!"
and i said, "Greg that's my keg!"
and he said, "oh, i thought it was a peg"
Greg became furious
while i eat my steak so delicious
then he said,"hey Mek, i went to college"
so i asked, "can you define 'knowledge'?"
and he said,"umm...i think i left it at home by the ledge"
and i got confused again
as he scraches his pen
so i asked, "why do you scratch Greg?"
and he said, "i think i have scabies on my peg"
so i distanced myself from Greg
and said,"Greg those are grass, none a peg"
he looked upon his peg & cried & begged
"please tell no one, i'll even buy you a keg!"
and i said, "thanks Greg, but i have alot of keg!"
he cried and clung again onto my hairy leg
"please Mek, don't tell them about my peg"
and i answered, "i won't Greg!"
"...but please treat your scabies on your so-called peg!"
2007-08-30
06:12:25
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