MONDAY'S POET
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My
brother looks up to this oddtodd fellow
i hear he's a nice guy, unemployed and mellow
thirty-something, with a gut and receding hairline
Mmm ..a fudge striped cookie sounds so divine
one day, i thought maybe I'd donate a buck
but i know he'll find a job, and wish him good luck
if he was standing in front of me right now
I'd say, don't be discouraged! Milk that money cow!
i feel that i need to make an effort to help
before my brother, Matt, follows his footsteps
He too is unemployed, and always mooching off me
I know it sounds mean, but I don't mean to be!
I respect Oddtodd, and his will to eat pringles
But I hope he runs when that employment bell jingles!
I hope that all of my compliments and butt-kissing
will butter Todd up and he'll sit up and listen
My writing talents aren't the best, even he knows it
but I think this poetry qualifies me, to be Monday's Poet.
By, Aimee Linder
Dedicated to Matt Linder
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