Scrappy dappy stay tuned for
sweet ninja turtle action hours
after these messages.
Mighty maxing out and earthworm
jimmy masked crusaders working overtime,
fighting crime, and inspecting gadgets.
Godzilla stomp and screaming
at the MGM monster mash:
Elvira black and white mistress of the night.
Glass of milks later, and legends
of Zeldas doing the Super Mario,
the mornings have never been the same.
I am the best thing you've never heard of.
I hold a Bachelor's in English, History and Secondary Education, and a Master's in English: Creative Writing, though my appearance belies intelligence.
My goal in life is to write and to be read. It's a modest stretch by most imaginations.
To most I'm amazing.
It all depends on your definition of literary merit.
All poems contained on this blog are ©Thomas Boersma unless otherwise noted.
Saturday, February 13, 2010
Poem-A-Day: Day 93
Saturday Mornings
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