Monday, January 14, 2008

And LO ! THE DESSERT WITHELD!

No chocolate scrumples
No peanut zumples

No caramel oozled
Nor vanilla sploozled

Not a brownie lurkled
Not a cake all spurkled

No dessert to behold
All left in the cold


A sad position to be
None felt so strongly as me

-Company party 2007 recap

1 comment:

Lorraine said...

That's the saddest poem I ever laughed over.