tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-39235028998487324852024-02-20T11:29:10.286-08:00Dear Frederick, my limerick.Kristina and Liz write a limerick a day on alternating days. For the lulz.Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15872909200092428445noreply@blogger.comBlogger13125tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923502899848732485.post-37923670590076753572011-01-15T11:12:00.000-08:002011-01-15T11:14:57.891-08:00#13I simply don't know what to wear<br />To be be honest he probably won't care<br />Not like it's a date<br />Oh I'm gonna be late<br />I need a life, yes, I'm aware.Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15872909200092428445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923502899848732485.post-70657978018153710122011-01-15T11:04:00.000-08:002011-01-15T11:06:08.520-08:00#12Last Monday I sent you a text<br />The reply I got left me vexed<br />This guy found your cell<br />We talked for a spell<br />And planned a date for the day after next.itsnotproperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07679349085230548447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923502899848732485.post-21160090422412360912011-01-09T12:04:00.000-08:002011-01-09T12:10:40.572-08:00#11Got a call on my landline today<br />Someone found my phone, seriously, yay<br />The voice, I regale<br />was decidedly male<br />I'm driving to meet him halfway.Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15872909200092428445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923502899848732485.post-4076453068232779192010-05-11T12:39:00.000-07:002010-05-11T12:40:12.754-07:00#10We got stuck on our way to floor eight<br />Twelve people boxed up in a crate<br />Stairs can be slow<br />But elevators blow<br />When you overload the capacity weight.itsnotproperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07679349085230548447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923502899848732485.post-30541169629476908012009-02-04T11:57:00.000-08:002009-02-04T11:58:07.788-08:00#9<div class="post-body entry-content"> My stomach keeps rumbling so<br />I need groceries; I did mean to go<br />Called in with the flu<br />Even though that's not true<br />I'll get out of bed after this show.<span class="post-author vcard"></span><span class="post-timestamp"><a class="timestamp-link" href="http://italktosnakes.blogspot.com/2009/02/9.html" rel="bookmark" title="permanent link"><abbr class="published" title="2009-02-04T11:54:00-08:00"></abbr></a></span><span class="reaction-buttons"></span><span class="star-ratings"></span></div><span class="post-comment-link"></span>Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15872909200092428445noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923502899848732485.post-5036135659730602412009-01-25T19:50:00.001-08:002009-01-25T19:51:16.985-08:00#8I was driving on Route 38<br />I really was running quite late<br />I do apologize<br />to not recognize<br />it was you that I scoffed as I raced.itsnotproperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07679349085230548447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923502899848732485.post-73827036970681967882009-01-22T01:07:00.000-08:002009-01-22T01:17:27.196-08:00#7<div>Okay, I was driving too fast</div><div>but that bitch sneered at me as she passed</div><div>the ticket was steep</div><div>like, we're not talking cheap</div><div>meant to quit work today but, alas. </div><div><br /></div><div><br /></div>Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15872909200092428445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923502899848732485.post-42097791512089488272009-01-21T18:40:00.000-08:002009-01-21T18:45:54.640-08:00#6The luncheon was dull and jejune<br />hopes deflating like a balloon<br />he was nowhere in sight<br />a dreary invite<br />I prayed you’d get there by noon.itsnotproperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07679349085230548447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923502899848732485.post-8433686093702633782009-01-20T12:02:00.000-08:002009-01-20T12:10:00.092-08:00#5I know that you think I'm a freak<br />my job pays well but god it's so bleak<br />depression is catching<br />the uniform's scratchy<br />Oh maybe I'll quit next week.Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15872909200092428445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923502899848732485.post-24803495760367317722009-01-19T22:54:00.000-08:002009-01-19T22:55:32.030-08:00#4I was waiting alone for the train<br />standing outside in the rain<br />but to my dismay<br />I had the wrong day<br />I’d probably be missing my plane.itsnotproperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07679349085230548447noreply@blogger.com1tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923502899848732485.post-36663013213426757662009-01-18T08:11:00.000-08:002009-01-18T08:16:40.378-08:00#3The other day after the show<br />sitting anxiously in the front row<br />my phone fell from my purse<br />and wait it gets worse<br />in my searching I missed his "hello".Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15872909200092428445noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923502899848732485.post-69544434003000449142009-01-17T23:20:00.000-08:002009-01-21T18:47:28.094-08:00#2I picked up a ticket today<br />drawn in by a light-filled display<br />the electric glow<br />my desire to know<br />led me right into the fray.itsnotproperhttp://www.blogger.com/profile/07679349085230548447noreply@blogger.com0tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-3923502899848732485.post-81606491605666472412009-01-16T00:58:00.000-08:002009-01-18T01:35:10.245-08:00#1I've made this new blog with my friend<br />her delightfulness often transcends<br />but Frederick my love<br />when push comes to shove<br />I know you'll be mine in the end.Kristinahttp://www.blogger.com/profile/15872909200092428445noreply@blogger.com0