Aug 29, 2006

note: This poem was written just days after Carina had her beautiful wisdom teeth extracted. It's sole purpose was to cheer her up, and show her our love and heartfelt sympathy.

Get well soon…

Written especially for Carina, by Kaari and Kaylee

You look like a chipmunk
The blood clots smell like a skunk
Se get well soon,
You grotesque buffoon!

We hope you get better,
Hence, you’re getting this letter

A quick recovery would be nice,
Before you get lice
Your slurping (and drooling) fills our ears,
One look at you and our eyes fill with tears!

It’s so great to have you home for a while,
We quickly missed your warm, sweet smile

Even though your lips are humongus,
We’re quickly distracted by your thick toe fungus
Good thing you were fast asleep,
Otherwise, you’d have been a big weeping heap.

We’re happy because
Your face no longer feels like fuzz
The numbness went away
Stupid molly said it would stay
Poop on her!

You’re sick
Like slick rick.
Now you can lick
Because, you’re not numb
You can now suck your thumb,
And not bite it up

The gauze and teabag
Make you look like a hag
But don’t worry
It’s almost over.
And soon, you’ll be back to eating curry!
“cause it’s soft”

Have you ever seen human teeth sooooo large?
I spy with my little eye…
Something HUGE AND NASTY!

Just kidding, it’s not that bad,
You should make a necklace, start a fad!
…in a million years, when the earth is ruled by garden shears.

To conclude our short little note,
Your tongue is as big as the titanic boat.
So cover your face, with a spendy fur coat,
And jump off a bridge, go drown in a moat.

THE END
Is just around the river bend!!!

p.s. for us, have no hate
we love you, you’re great.
Hope you have a short time to wait
And thank goodness today, you saw no pearly gate
Or Sat[in]

p.p.s. your new nickname can be booch


Aug 28, 2006

WAR: South vs. Churchill

Written especially for David by Kaari and Kaylee


You cannot fax, man
Unless you are axe-man
Like me
You see
(or unless your name’s kelsey)

You, you are lance-er
Just a silly dance-er
We axe-man
We fine, man

We axe-man,
We hot
You lance-er
You not

We fine,
You are like pine (from a tree)
You fall (from a tree)
We laugh HEEHEEHEE

You may have Luke,
But that’s a fluke,
He’s a kook!

We, we got de best
You may be on the west
But we,
We got the hippie fest!

If our name were Dave,
No one would wave
They’d be embarrassed
It’s worse than going to Marist!

You may be fun,
But we got a ton (more people)

You got a dome,
But we got a home
You, you got nuttin’
‘cept maybe a plate of muttin

You got grits,
We got wits.
You stole Dylan,
You a villain.
We still got A-Slam
And dat is a WHAM! (in de face)

We got de windows
To let in the light
You, you like a prison
Where everyone fight
Maybe you like a construction site
(you need a lot of help)

We axe-man
We Asian
You poor wittle white boy,
You Caucasian!
We axe-man,
We different (in a good way),
You lance-er,
You not.
(in a bad way)

You eat bean,
We eat rice.
You be mean,
We be nice! (and this wittle poem goes to prove it!)

You wittle
We big
You eat skittle
We eat pig. Yumm…bacon.

Sometimes you okay,
Dat’s why we like you anyway.
Together, we still have fun,
In de sun
Without a gun
Bummer.

Anyway, happy summer!