A Really Crappy Poem

This poem is part of Mama Kat's Writer's Workshop that she hosts over at her blog.

One of the assignment choices was to write a rhyming or non-rhyming 16 line poem about an incident in my childhood that changed my life for the better.

While I had many incidents like that, this one stood out in my mind.

And yes, it did change my life for the better. I can now look at a man's pee-pee without going "ew". If that's not a check in the positive column, I don't know what is.

And for the record, I was 7 in 1984, so don't go calling the cops on me and screaming "Pervert at Mama Dawg's". Cause while that may be true now, it wasn't then. I was only 7.

Please, hold your applause and accolades until the bitter end. Only cause it really doesn't get any better and I'd hate for you to expend all your energy at the beginning only to have to do it all again at the end.

Without any further delays (you really need to beg me to delay this cause it's really THAT bad) here's my poem:

I think that I shall never see
Another boys wee pee-pee

Like the one I saw
Back in eighty-four

That belonged to Chad
Who was oh, so bad

But was an awesome dude
Who while rough and crude

Was my best friend
Til it had to end

Because he dropped trou
And I didn’t go “wow”

But instead went “ew”
And then I threw

A pinecone at his head
And now he’s dead.

Later,



P.S. And as far as I know, he's not really dead.

P.S.S. And no, this isn't the Chad we all know and love and goes by another name on his blog. Completely different people. I think. Unless he's been lying to me all this time. Have you been lying to me all this time?