A Poem

This is a true story. Well, almost true. It didn't acually fall in my water it fell near my water. If it fell in my water I'd be drinking asprinalized water right now and have blood that floated. But it was still enough of a shock to motivate me to write this poem. I'm thinking of selling it for gop achcha (lots of money) to Shell Silverstein. He can say he wrote it and put it in a book. He can even make up some phoney storey about how he has to take asprin for his gooberlititis.


On the Death of an Asprin

An Asprin fell in my water today,
It slipped right out of my hand.
It plummeted straight to the bottom,
And hurt it's anterior pituitary gland.

This asprin was a baby one,
I feel so sorry for him.
He only needed his mommy asprin,
Cause baby asprins can't swim!