A Poem for Grogan
Posted: Tue Apr 16, 2024 7:22 pm
I was sorting through stuff, and found a poem I wrote for Grogan years ago. 
My name is Grogan, and I'm very excited
I met a girl, to her house I've been invited.
Pickled eggs and Guinness for dinner, pure bliss
As we feast with abandon, I get up to piss.
When I return, the air smells like shit
So we take a stroll outside, where we can sit.
As I look into her eyes, my cares melt away
A bird is singing, what a beautiful day.
As I lean in to kiss, I see her lips part
Her face flushed with passion, she cracks a big fart.
The air grows still, not a sound to be heard
Then out of the sky falls a dead bird.
My name is Grogan, and I'm very excited
I met a girl, to her house I've been invited.
Pickled eggs and Guinness for dinner, pure bliss
As we feast with abandon, I get up to piss.
When I return, the air smells like shit
So we take a stroll outside, where we can sit.
As I look into her eyes, my cares melt away
A bird is singing, what a beautiful day.
As I lean in to kiss, I see her lips part
Her face flushed with passion, she cracks a big fart.
The air grows still, not a sound to be heard
Then out of the sky falls a dead bird.
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