“There once was a girl named Teena
Whose sister was ugly and mean-a.
They fought all the time
Without reason or rhyme
Over which was the real beauty queen-a.”
Hope Teena doesn’t come to a line that will end with “orange.” There are no words that rhyme with that.
Well, there’s “door hinge” which I saw and heard on TEENICK’s “Drake and Josh” (Drake was writing a song and had that trouble; Josh ran out of the room over something exciting and bruised his head by running into the… well, you know).
I wondered loudly to the crowd
That gathers ‘round when I appear
“You’re obviously pretty wowed -
I’m not sure I should let you near.”
So they stepped back to give me room
Afraid I’d leave them in their gloom.
Because, you see, they idolize
my every move, each breath I take,
my perfect hair, my gorgeous eyes.
This sort of thing you just can’t fake.
It only takes a single glance
from me to make my minions dance.
I could go on, it isn’t hard.
Unseemly, maybe some would say
(no doubt some jealous tub of lard -
who’d care what she thought, anyway?).
Trust me, I know you’ll never see
A thing as great as me, me, me!
Asrial over 14 years ago
Teena, if you’re going to be lazy Your mind will go hazy People will think you’re crazy.
McGehee over 14 years ago
“There was a pre-teen from New Hampshire…”
Destiny23 over 14 years ago
“There once was a girl named Teena Whose sister was ugly and mean-a. They fought all the time Without reason or rhyme Over which was the real beauty queen-a.”
alondra over 14 years ago
It’s really not that hard Teena. Just don’t ask Jeri for help!
Bargrove over 14 years ago
Love you four poets.
Dkram over 14 years ago
Rime time.
sorry
\\//_
Templo S.U.D. over 14 years ago
Hope Teena doesn’t come to a line that will end with “orange.” There are no words that rhyme with that.
Well, there’s “door hinge” which I saw and heard on TEENICK’s “Drake and Josh” (Drake was writing a song and had that trouble; Josh ran out of the room over something exciting and bruised his head by running into the… well, you know).
Allisonian over 14 years ago
Ode to Myself, by Jeri Keene
I wondered loudly to the crowd That gathers ‘round when I appear “You’re obviously pretty wowed - I’m not sure I should let you near.” So they stepped back to give me room Afraid I’d leave them in their gloom.
Because, you see, they idolize my every move, each breath I take, my perfect hair, my gorgeous eyes. This sort of thing you just can’t fake. It only takes a single glance from me to make my minions dance.
I could go on, it isn’t hard. Unseemly, maybe some would say (no doubt some jealous tub of lard - who’d care what she thought, anyway?). Trust me, I know you’ll never see A thing as great as me, me, me!
(I like Destiny23’s poem - Allison Barrows)
felisd over 14 years ago
That’s awesome, Allison! Glad to see you still hanging around here! :) Love the reruns; miss reading Teena’s new adventures.
Asrial over 14 years ago
comixavier > orange you glad we got this place ?