A Response to a Certain Blonde Lady who hates me.

Ryan is so Hot

There is no denying it

But girls he's taken



Oh ladies don't cry

I know there is no equal

don't get so depressed.



so here's a smile

I can give no more away

I am a kept man.

?

there's this guy named greg

he won't read my haiku blog

what is his problem?

Counting Cr-ho-ws

last night we went out

to listen to Counting Crows.

This chick spilled her beer.



My pants smelled of wheat.

My sandals were quite squishy.

She apologized..



The Crows kept singing.

This stupid broad kept drinking,

and fell over our chairs.



She stumbled blindly,

holding on to this lady,

down another row.



Before they were done,

she found a posit-i-on

passed out in her chair.

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She says she hate's haikus

she's secretely proud

of her husbands charming wit

and dashing good looks



he drives her crazy

and to lustful desires

with his stupid jokes



poetry he writes

causes her lips to tremble

like his warm kisses



she is defensless

against all he possesses

and yet she still fights

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