[Typhoid]

Originally Posted by The Germanator

Ok, this thing that I wrote wasn't ever meant to be a poem, but I've converted it into one....

Unionville 3

My parents called us
into the living room. Sitting on opposite couches
in the living room, they both spoke a little bit about how they were getting
separated.
I didn’t comprehend what this meant, but since everyone
else was sad, I was sad too. This was a time in my life when I poured
Sprite into my cereal because we were out of milk
and I drank beer one Saturday morning when we were out of Coca-Cola
because I didn’t know any better.
How was I supposed to understand the ramifications of this event? Now I know
to only pour milk onto cereal,
and that beer is not a good substitute if you feel like a soda.
But still,
how am I supposed to understand the ramifications of this event?

heh.....Thats good. You know when its a good poem when you can end a line with the word "Coca-Cola"

+reps for that...