Valentines Day bah humbug!!A Poem by DC GentlemanValentines Day gone wrong.. *smile*
Twas the night of Valentines....and all thru the house,
None of my phones are ringing, and I'm tryin to go out.
It could be to a movie, a play..or to eat,
I just cant stay here..watching Survivor repeats,
All my friends are booed up, but I dont really care
I'm hoping, some lovin soon will be here.
Im so bored, I cant take it, Lawd, what do i do?
Im sick of playing Nintendo, X-box and PS2
I would go to the gym, but i just sprained my wrist
Last night with some beer and bench pressing a Twix
I take a sip of Kool-Aid..and reflect back on my day
I only got 1 note on MySpace, but it was from a dude that was gay
Uh oh...my phones ringing, who could it be ?
I pray that its Brandi, and not Stephanie
Its that chick from the internet,w/ no pic on her page
Gotta sexy voice though, and seems to be of legal age
She says she looks like Beyonce, but shes a lil bit taller
Says she can do things that make me wanna holla
She says shes knows what a man really wants
And her butt's so big, I can see it from the front
I guess i wont be leaving my house now at all
Time to prepare for a Valentine booty call
All stockings are hidden, thongs stuffed in the trash
Gotta conceal the evidence of all girls from my past
A shower is taken, I Febreze the couch
I do 20 sit ups, to try and tone up my pouch
Then..outside my home, there arose such a clatter
I see a Santa like figure...but this seems slightly fatter
I hear my dogs barking, and shivering with fright
What manner of creature, stalks my driveway this night
As it closes in on my door, with a big purse in its hand
I realize its" Beyonce"..but she kinda looks likes a man
She steps in..her skirt showin off more than I'd like to see
She reeked of stale corn chips, and I'm thinking "why me?"
We sit on the couch, cuz I'd hate to be rude
And kick her out into the street, for lookin like a dude
I put on a movie, but before the title screen
She hops in my lap and moans.."make love to me"
I feel a tear roll down my face, I'm about to meet my maker
Cuz if there's any Beyonce in this chick, then this broad must have ate her
I toss her off, soon as she reaches for my belt
I run around screaming..."please somebody help!!"
"Hey Donna!!, hey Momma!!...im trapped in my kitchen"
Hey Billy...hey Lily..this heifer is trippin
Then with a crash..my cousin slams open the door
To the rescue, half laughin, he tackles the boar
We're swinging pillows, and foam bats to subdue this beast
Then we drag her outside and toss her purse to the street
We stand outside..for a while, let her get to her car
She doesn't seem to be upset, then says I'll call you tommorow
"NOOOOOOO!!!" I scream as she rolls off into the night
"Valentines Day sucks.. " I mutter as her car disappears from sight
Cupid is the DEVIL...lil pink punk,
Well the nights still young...TIME to get DRUNK!!!...hahahaha
*disclaimer*.. nobody was injured during the writing of this poem
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