Tuesday, May 26, 2009

Poorly Constructed Lyric Poem to Napalm

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You were such a fine, brave lad,
Enduring the harshest weed killer to be had.

No one will forget all of the promise you showed.
Even in crackly death, your leaves sort of glowed.

I promise you that your life was not lived in vain.
Though it ended tragically and in long, drawn out pain.

I will seek out your murderer and avenge your demise.
For that particular dude, I've planned a spectacular surprise.

Although you may be gone, you will always be missed here.
Your plot remains empty, but it is watered by tears.

7 comments:

SonyaAnn said...

He will be missed!

Jessica said...

Thanks SonyaAnn, I'm glad I'm not the only mourner!

A.Marie said...

Oh No!! I finally have time to blog, and now I am so sad. My poor little "nephew," may he rest in peace! :(

Jessica said...

Maybe you can adopt another nephew, A.Marie. Leroy, the tomato plant, is looking poorly and could use a kind auntie!

I have a black, black thumb.

JFK Jr. is doing great though, he really likes being behind our satellite dish.

A.Marie said...

Ooooohh...I will be Auntie A.Marie to Leroy AND JFK Jr. give them a big drink of water and a pat on the head from me! :)

I have a thumb that is part black/part green. Sometimes they live, sometimes they die...sigh...

Ananji said...

Probably the same killer who took out the dandelions.

Your blog is always fun to read.

You have a future in poetry (she says dubiously)...but affectionately.

ananji

Jessica said...

Thanks, Ananji! I like reading your blog too, but I'm not very good about what you should say when it comes to poetry. As you can tell, I'm not a poet at all! I enjoy it, but mine is crap.