ghetto love poem.

[aregularmess]

bored.
looking thru all of my old work emails.
found this gem from one of the only other browns in my office, who no longer works for the company.
it's all about losing the tracks.

GHETTO LOVE POEMGul I love you

Comments

[lizzerdrix]

I woke up early and made you brekfas in bed.
Sep fo I ain't have no juice, no grits, o no eggs.
Didn't have no cereal and was fresh outta milk,
so we had some toast and some potada chips.

My favorite part is how "chips" doesn't rhyme with anything.

[aregularmess]

i think it rhymes with grits.
i could be wrong.
i'm no mastah lyrrississ.

[lizzerdrix]

haha... I repeat: my favorite part is how "chips doesn't rhyme with anything!

BARETTA DOES NOT RHYME WITH DRESSER!

[aregularmess]

and why does singular crib rhyme with the plural Timbs?