Small poems by Andrei


The morning

I tried to get out of bed
but couldn't 'coz I was dead.


Ode to a 7 dimensional butterfly

Your antennae are rather long,
They stretch all the way to Hong-Kong.
But I'm sorry, I have to regret,
Your wings are slightly wet.


The Last Supper
(to be sung to the tune of Happy Birthday)

I'll die for your sins,
If you'll empty your bins,
All over the tablecloth,
Enjoy your din-dins.

Here is another collection of silly poems.
The ones that are on this page were all written by me. The others were written by various members of Aaardvark.

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