Category Archives: Funny Poetry
Knights to Five: Turning Misery into Creative Genius
I know this post is late, too. Whatever. The next poem on my archives list is not an official form, but it follows an ABB pattern. It’s Fridge-Poem-Era predecessor is called Herbert The Homeless Hoagie. It’s a pretty touching piece. I … Continue reading
I’m Pretty Sure My Cat Is Gone…
On top of all the craziness in my life, my Bengal cat, Savannah, is gone. I let her out early one Sunday morning without her collar. It had fallen off and needed to be put back on. She was annoying … Continue reading
An Ode/Sonnet to my RuPaul Shirt
Look how delightfully inconsistent I’m going to be this weekend! No post for a couple weeks, and then two pop out of nowhere in a couple days. What can I say? I promised to do some writing, and I did! … Continue reading
Simultaneously Spoiled and Deprived
Sorry for the late post. I’ve been so busy! This has been a strange week or so. I’ve dealt with a lot of drama and stressfeul bullshit, but on the other hand, I’ve received some good praise. One of our … Continue reading
I am the Ultimate Morale Booster
So, this probably isn’t news to you, but I am an amazing source to boost morale in the office. The things I’m mostly known for are the fridge poems, listening to people vent, being quirky and participating in any variety … Continue reading
Mindless Tasks at the Chocolate Factory
I know the Oompa Loompas had to do some weird jobs for Willy Wonka, but I’m sure they understood the logic and reasoning behind it, as whimsical and eccentric as it may have been. There is a lot going on … Continue reading
Something Wicked Friday Comes
This has been a relatively promising week, especially when compared to last week. I had a phone interview on Monday, and I made the first cut! I will have another interview tomorrow. Yay! I was able to skip work all … Continue reading
New Beginnings and New Found Poem
Before I announce an exciting piece of personal writing news, I want to share a poem I wrote. I loved my poetry class in college. The teacher, my classmates and the workshops all had groovy vibes. My fiction class, however, … Continue reading