2/14/2003 10:32:04 AM|||Travis|||

Valentines Day today, and unlike most men I actually (for some unkonwn reason) care. I have always wanted to write some poetry, so yesterday I started a poem that I just now put the finishing touches on. I know it is lame, mushy, romantic and utterly revoloting, but I dont care. I have always liked to write about things I feel strongly about, and recently I have an obsession that I can't keep my mind off.

As a disclaimer - the poem is full of language that belongs to me and this other individual and so could sound completely bizaree in addition to mushy/romantic. You have been warned.

Two penguins sat at Carrows,
Yonder
To discuss their penguin lives
Sharing small Penguin secrets
While sipping on Heineken
And,
After one Penguin complained about
Her long day of Penguin work,
They held each other close,
Hither,
Dreams of warm Penguin Igloos,
Massive floating ice palaces
And armies of Penguin children
Drifted through their minds,
Hark,
Now the emperor Penguin
Stands on top his icy glacier
Holding out a strong flipper
To the Empress Penguin
Slowly convincing her to
Slide

Now I am going to her place to give it to her as a gift. Hope she likes it, but at the very least - hopefully it will bring some sort of conclusion to this madness.

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