Two Nonsensical Poems Written By EverybodyLies, who was forced into this by DarkSarcasm. grr.

Demerits at Camp Skyline Ranch For Girls

Demerits at Camp Skyline Ranch for Girls

-7 for freezing the ketchup, mustard, and mayonnaise packets
-7 for terrorizing local wildlife rangers
-7 for directing all visiting parents into the riflery range, where children were having class.
-7 for referring to splint on foot as ‘toe condom’
-7 for failure to return from one день canoeing trip for four days
-7 for rigging the TV to only play the dancing scene from The Breakfast Club
-7 for harboring a fugitive in the snack closet
-7 for breaking into the nurse’s medicine cabinet
-7 for locking self in the Dining Hall and eating all of the dessert
-7 for inviting USA Today to investigate the rumors of an occult gathering under the auditorium
-7 for refusal to leave the boys’ side at the Sadie Hawkins Dance
-7 for leaving Bubba the Demon Bobcat in the head counselor’s bed
-7 for barricading fellow campers in their room by stacking their trunks in front of their door
-7 for editing schedule to include five free periods
-7 for pushing campers off the trapeze
-7 for suggesting RENT as the Chorus & Drama production
-7 for telling the younger campers that the girl who left last год in the middle of fourth session wasn’t really homesick… she was a zombie




It Had To Happen Sometime
It Had To Happen Sometime

I don’t want him to hate me.
George куст, буш doesn’t like black people.
Addressing envelopes isn’t nearly as freeing as they make it sound.
The сердце of the Ocean.
At any дана moment, I am two минуты away from a poncho.
The rattlesnake was unavoidable.
I try on pain of death to avoid parallel parking.
There is no originality, only authenticity.
Tuna tastes nothing like chicken.
I’ll give Ты a hint: It’s easier than Ты think.
He owes my three dollars. Last I heard he was dead.
The drawer blocked the stove.
How’s the wife? Pregnant, again. Well, that happens.
I Любовь Stephen King! We have еще of his Книги in our room.
Why are entire years strewn on the cutting-room floor of memories?
A naked blonde walks into a bar with a poodle under one arm, and a two-foot salami under the other.
HULK SMASH!!
Identity theft is not a joke, Jim!
Let he among Ты without sin be the first to throw a stone.
I want to be like you.
Maybe we’re not in Kansas anymore because it grew tired of us.
Lassie couldn’t rescue her.
I couldn’t пересекать, крест the fence, as it was covered in thorns.
Ты used to make me smile.
The dust bowl was totally not worth it.
I’m sorry I couldn’t be what Ты wanted.
My daughter was ill that day.
Then I found five dollars.