My inner high-schooler wrote some haiku on the train. Enjoy.
i don't remember
your name. i do remember
some things about you
you had MTV
you liked sports, you played sports: not
much to talk about
what aroused me was
the billy idol poster
hung above your bed
curious, i thought
what could it mean? erotic
aggression? (shiver)
until you told me
you named your penis igor
then i was all done
Heh.
ReplyDelete"Igor."
the worst. stupid.
ReplyDeleteseriously, friends, don't name your penis.
ReplyDeletebad move. under all circumstances.
but especially, "Igor."
Did he pronounce it E-gor or Eye-gor?
ReplyDeleteHey I was in NYC yesterday too :)
Rene
ha! um.... i don't remember.
ReplyDeletei just saw you were at Pop Tart World today, probably at the same time i was at M&M World and trying (unsuccessfully) to find Pop Tart World! next time, we must coordinate.
we could get all poetic on midtown Manhattan. fun!
I . . . am . . . dying.
ReplyDeleteThis is a lovely gift this morning.
Thank you!
you are welcome, my soul sistah. snort!
ReplyDeleteha! igor makes it sound like its deformed lol
ReplyDeleteEnjoying your blog----visiting from over on Nigel's Den of iniquity
ReplyDeletewaiting for the sexy haiku to start : )
AmyLynn
ok, did we all know someone in high school that named their penis? IS it like a teenaged disease??
ReplyDeletemaybe we all did!
ReplyDeleteboys, do you hear? this is a bad idea.
It was the sneer.
ReplyDeleteThe sneer always gets the girl.
And Igor?
Never does.
had Billy Idol come calling?
ReplyDeletei would have run away with him. of course.
he probably could have even named his penis.
Igor? What a spoiler! (LOL!)
ReplyDeletethat is an understatement.
ReplyDelete