Nov 2013
I didn't mean to bother you.
I know you're busy.
And as it turns out,
I'm bad at apologies.
So here's a poem:
Rose are red,
Violets are blue,
I'm also bad at rhyming,
So here's a Haiku:
Haiku's aren't easy.
So I'm having some trouble.
How about a song:
This is a song without music
So it's not very good
But you should know
That I'm sorry
Hey, Hey,
I'm sorry for bothering you
Hey, Hey,
Maybe I should try a Limerick instead:
There once was a guy named Dan
He had just eaten some ham
He tried to write stories
To say he was sorry
But everything he wrote was bland
Alright, so maybe the Limerick thing didn't work out either
.
.
.
Hmmmmmmm
.
.
.
Oh! Oh! How about an epic story!?
(But you just said you were bad at those)
It was a dark and stormy night.
(Come on, that's lame)
SHUT UP, BRAIN. I'M TRYING TO MAKE THIS APOLOGY CUTE.
.
.
.
Ahem
.
.
.
So there we were, alone out on the battlefield. A single hawk circled above.
"I don't know how much more of this heat I can take," you told me.
We continued walking when suddenly, a giant tiger with teeth as sharp as a knives jumped out in front of us!
"Why is there a tiger in this desert!" you screamed in horror.
"Don't question the plotline!" I yelled raising my sword.
The tiger leaped at me with all its might.
"I'll protect you, my dear!"
I dodged left; sword still at the ready. The tiger turned around slowly, his dark eyes burning into my soul. What could I possibly do to defeat this huge beast? The tiger jumped again, but this time I was ready. I ran at him and slid onto my knees. As the tiger lept over me I thrusted my sword upwards into its stomach, killing it instantly.
We had survived the attack, went to find shelter, and lived happily ever after. The End
Long story short: I'm bad at saying sorry, I don't know what that story had to do with saying sorry, and I hope this made you laugh a little. It certainly made me feel better writing it.
This Thanksgiving, I'm happy you're back in my life. :)
Peace.
I know you're busy.
And as it turns out,
I'm bad at apologies.
So here's a poem:
Rose are red,
Violets are blue,
I'm also bad at rhyming,
So here's a Haiku:
Haiku's aren't easy.
So I'm having some trouble.
How about a song:
This is a song without music
So it's not very good
But you should know
That I'm sorry
Hey, Hey,
I'm sorry for bothering you
Hey, Hey,
Maybe I should try a Limerick instead:
There once was a guy named Dan
He had just eaten some ham
He tried to write stories
To say he was sorry
But everything he wrote was bland
Alright, so maybe the Limerick thing didn't work out either
.
.
.
Hmmmmmmm
.
.
.
Oh! Oh! How about an epic story!?
(But you just said you were bad at those)
It was a dark and stormy night.
(Come on, that's lame)
SHUT UP, BRAIN. I'M TRYING TO MAKE THIS APOLOGY CUTE.
.
.
.
Ahem
.
.
.
So there we were, alone out on the battlefield. A single hawk circled above.
"I don't know how much more of this heat I can take," you told me.
We continued walking when suddenly, a giant tiger with teeth as sharp as a knives jumped out in front of us!
"Why is there a tiger in this desert!" you screamed in horror.
"Don't question the plotline!" I yelled raising my sword.
The tiger leaped at me with all its might.
"I'll protect you, my dear!"
I dodged left; sword still at the ready. The tiger turned around slowly, his dark eyes burning into my soul. What could I possibly do to defeat this huge beast? The tiger jumped again, but this time I was ready. I ran at him and slid onto my knees. As the tiger lept over me I thrusted my sword upwards into its stomach, killing it instantly.
We had survived the attack, went to find shelter, and lived happily ever after. The End
Long story short: I'm bad at saying sorry, I don't know what that story had to do with saying sorry, and I hope this made you laugh a little. It certainly made me feel better writing it.
This Thanksgiving, I'm happy you're back in my life. :)
Peace.
