14 October 2008

Skanks Stink

Poem seen in my counselor's office:

Pop cans are orange markers are, too.
The sky is blue my shirt is, too.
Stems of flowers are green and boys are really mean.
I love pink and skanks stink.

Skanks Stink

I couldn't agree more, sister.

(After I couldn't stop laughing, I was informed that the word is supposed to be skunk, not skank.)

Listening to: Modest Mouse - Satin in a coffin


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