Dee
Staring at the window,
Wondering where my mind would now like to go,
Kaleena listens animatedly to Joanne,
I pick out a word or two if I can,
So help me its in Chinese,
Boredom hits hard, help me PLEASE,
Gandhi is now the bane of my existence,
So far away six feet under he lies in distance,
And yet makes my life utterly miserable,
To psychoanalyze him is quite impossible,
What do I do, Oh what do I do,
I feel like a trapped panda in a zoo,

I stare again at the stupid window,
Wouldn't my life make an amazingly boring show,
How I wish I could bungee-jump out the building,
Or I could be a Beyonce and tour the world and sing,
No not really a Beyonce or a Britney,
A little bit more rock and youth, Miley?

Someone bash my ahead against this screen,
Or give me an x-ray or remove my spleen,
Anything!
Hopefully something with less pain it brings,
I shall now stop uttering rubbish,
Gobbledegook, blubber and fish!

Bye everyone have fun,
PLEASE CALL ME WHEN UR DONE!
2 Responses
  1. Jill Says:

    I'll talk about sex! That always makes you feel better! Heheh!

    Awesome rhyming dee!


  2. Dee Says:

    hahahaa!! And I'll cover my ears and start singing really loudly! heee!

    Thankz jilly! Gandhi-inspired I should say :P


Friday, June 12, 2009

How Bored Do I Have To Be??


Staring at the window,
Wondering where my mind would now like to go,
Kaleena listens animatedly to Joanne,
I pick out a word or two if I can,
So help me its in Chinese,
Boredom hits hard, help me PLEASE,
Gandhi is now the bane of my existence,
So far away six feet under he lies in distance,
And yet makes my life utterly miserable,
To psychoanalyze him is quite impossible,
What do I do, Oh what do I do,
I feel like a trapped panda in a zoo,

I stare again at the stupid window,
Wouldn't my life make an amazingly boring show,
How I wish I could bungee-jump out the building,
Or I could be a Beyonce and tour the world and sing,
No not really a Beyonce or a Britney,
A little bit more rock and youth, Miley?

Someone bash my ahead against this screen,
Or give me an x-ray or remove my spleen,
Anything!
Hopefully something with less pain it brings,
I shall now stop uttering rubbish,
Gobbledegook, blubber and fish!

Bye everyone have fun,
PLEASE CALL ME WHEN UR DONE!

2 comments:

Jill on June 14, 2009 at 9:24 AM said...

I'll talk about sex! That always makes you feel better! Heheh!

Awesome rhyming dee!

Dee on June 14, 2009 at 9:25 AM said...

hahahaa!! And I'll cover my ears and start singing really loudly! heee!

Thankz jilly! Gandhi-inspired I should say :P