Blessed Beaver
I don't have anything to write about, other than I took a quiz in History and did good on it even though I thought it was going to be my hardest class. In History I wrote two poems about beavers because that was mentioned in the lecture and it just stuck out in my head. So here are my two poems about beavers:
Beaver Damned
Playing in any field
requires loads of energy
But once my legs groq weak
I know that's it for me
Luckily I am perseverant
as I head on back to my niche
Lesser beavers would tire faster
and simply pass out in a ditch
Low and behold the motor cars
have crowded up the road
However there is no time to wait
because mother will be woed
So now I began to scurry
across the sun burned black tar
What is now running through my head
happens to be the tire of a car
Perhaps my patience should have been
my one and only priority
For a split second I lost my head
and now my head is apart from me
Damn Beavers
Driving in my pick-up truck
down a seemingly empty street
my wifes jabbering but my concern
is on what she is making me to eat
Been driving for several hours
on the way back from the rodeo
My eyes were growing heavy
until my wife yelled out "Hey Joe!"
I was like "Damn Deloris,
You scared the piss right out of me!"
She gave a little giggle but
that will cease when she does my laundry
She shouldn't have taken her tone so loud
Now I must drive with my wet pants
I should turn up the radio
before Deloris goes on one of her rants
Thump! "What did I hit?
Lord Jesus, I'm not a sinner!"
Deloris replies, "Joe calm yourself
it's not a person, just your dinner."
I was inspired to write these poems not just from the fact that I was bored in history, but 6 months ago back in Jersey I witnessed a gopher get hit by the wheel of a van that was driving in front of me. Now the gophers head didn't smash open but it did get hit in the head and spun a complete 720 in the middle of the road. When I witnessed it I didn't know whether to laugh, cry, or throw up. I ended up laughing. I'm a horrible person i guess, but when it stopped in spinning it lay peacefully in the middle of the road lying on its back with its arm stretched towards the sky. That's all! God Bless!
Beaver Damned
Playing in any field
requires loads of energy
But once my legs groq weak
I know that's it for me
Luckily I am perseverant
as I head on back to my niche
Lesser beavers would tire faster
and simply pass out in a ditch
Low and behold the motor cars
have crowded up the road
However there is no time to wait
because mother will be woed
So now I began to scurry
across the sun burned black tar
What is now running through my head
happens to be the tire of a car
Perhaps my patience should have been
my one and only priority
For a split second I lost my head
and now my head is apart from me
Damn Beavers
Driving in my pick-up truck
down a seemingly empty street
my wifes jabbering but my concern
is on what she is making me to eat
Been driving for several hours
on the way back from the rodeo
My eyes were growing heavy
until my wife yelled out "Hey Joe!"
I was like "Damn Deloris,
You scared the piss right out of me!"
She gave a little giggle but
that will cease when she does my laundry
She shouldn't have taken her tone so loud
Now I must drive with my wet pants
I should turn up the radio
before Deloris goes on one of her rants
Thump! "What did I hit?
Lord Jesus, I'm not a sinner!"
Deloris replies, "Joe calm yourself
it's not a person, just your dinner."
I was inspired to write these poems not just from the fact that I was bored in history, but 6 months ago back in Jersey I witnessed a gopher get hit by the wheel of a van that was driving in front of me. Now the gophers head didn't smash open but it did get hit in the head and spun a complete 720 in the middle of the road. When I witnessed it I didn't know whether to laugh, cry, or throw up. I ended up laughing. I'm a horrible person i guess, but when it stopped in spinning it lay peacefully in the middle of the road lying on its back with its arm stretched towards the sky. That's all! God Bless!


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