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Happiness is doing it rotten your own way.


A big ol' convict built warehouse with a small satellite dish, I'm not sure if this is art or not. I'll be honest with you though, I like the building, but I like the sky more!

Have a poem that Henry and I wrote in one minute and thirty seven seconds. It rhymes!

Smells

So I listen to the breeze
while trying to appease
my wife who did sneeze
and brought me to my knees.
She's such a naughty tease
with a penchant for sleaze
cripples me with ease and
it makes my heart seize.

Comments

Priyanka Khot said…
I like the rhyming poem. you must do it more often.
KL said…
I really really like this poem. At last a rhyming one from you :-)
Kris McCracken said…
Sarah, thank you.
Kris McCracken said…
One planet, I don’t know...
Kris McCracken said…
Priyanka, I’m not so sure.
Kris McCracken said…
KL, I am not a fan of the rhyme, I’ll be honest.
yamini said…
The poem is cute!!

Was Jen impressed??
Kris McCracken said…
Yamini, she is NEVER impressed.

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