MAD Poems.  

Posted by Feral Beast in , ,

Hello.

I'm going to give you some poems from a MAD book I just got today and the poems are from Frank Jacobs.

Poetry on the Highway.

100 feet ahead of you
is thruway 22.
Which takes you to the interstate
by way of Highway 38.
From there on in take a U.S 4.
Unless your goal is Baltimore:
If that's the case, then take a plane because, you jerk, you're in maine.

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2 comments

Brian Hughes  

Too much to drink,
I climbed the stairs,
And headed for my bed.
But I turned right,
Instead of left,
And found the loo instead.
The bowl was cold,
The water wet,
And the cistern knocked off my hat.
I used some loo roll for my blanket,
And the pillow? We won't mention that...

April 19, 2008 at 4:53 PM
Feral Beast  

ROFL. I can picture that, Brian.

April 20, 2008 at 6:00 PM

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