Back in the 90's, I had a hobby of following my friends around at clubs and making them write bad poetry for me. The word poetry was used very loosely. Well, completely incorrectly would be a better term since it was also used for articles, completely fabricated self-help columns and random complete and utter nonsense.
These are the results of those (often drunken) ramblings.

Wednesday, June 2, 2010



By: Nancy

I’m burning up for your love

If you ever work

In a doughnut shop

I will come

And do you

Behind the counter

I will be

Your doughnut hole

Nancy was always the romantic one of the group.

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