Very Bad Archive
She
Robert Hawkins
She loves me.
She cant'remember my name.
She profusely drools asleep.
She sheds her clothes like autumn leaves.
She asks me where is her shoes,purse,keys are?
She can't drive a automatic.
She tells me I drive like a old lady screws.
She says I'm late for work quit driving so fast.
She thinks the dishwasher is
the Mexican across the street.
She laughs and wets her pants.
She set the clothes dryer afire.
She was sure the lint trap was for bugs.
She doesn't notice using
hair spray as deodrant.
She does not cook.
She can burn just turn on
the fire and forget.
She trims her bush the bathroom looks like a barber
shop.
She thinks the plunger is for shoving more clothes into the washer.
She pushes 911 for information.
She licks self adhering stamps.
She will use a whole can of pesticide to kill one fly.
She only showers she says
because she never learned to swim.
She gets lost in a supermarket.
She buys a ham when she went
for toothpaste.
She attended the wrong funeral.
She says to me all the poor
lady had were black friends.
She times infinity still comes up short.
She thinks I love her.
And I surely do.
rlh
The short version.
Robert Hawkins has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Robert's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Robert's latest works: