Saturday, May 1, 2010

Poetry by Matatat.

He was angry that I couldn't have lunch with him at work. 
Later on that day...he cried. 


 Valerie says she has a test 
 But surely this must be in jest 
 I ask her to go eat 
 Then she throws it at my feet 
 Saying I often cancel, don't show 
 But little does Valerie know 
 That I'm on to her scheme 
 I know that she is mean 
 She says I am no friend 
 But often do I bend 
 Backwards and forwards 
 I am always leaning towards 
 Her every waking need 
 Never claiming my good deed 
 But now it is all over now 
 To her face I will go pow 
 A punch to the cheek 
 A smack to the beek 
 Downwards she goes 
 And now she knows 
 Not to mess with the man 
 Because he always has a plan 
 He cannot be stopped 
 So Valerie gets clocked