Kelli’s got a boyfriend,
He likes her to pose:
So she sends him pictures
In her very hottest clothes
Some, she wears a little, and
In some she wears a lot;
But since he is her boyfriend
She will give him what she’s got
Kelli’s got a boyfriend,
But she doesn’t know –
Later, deep in breakup hell
Just where those pics will go
Hahaha. This is a good poem.
This happened to a friend of mine, and it was really tragic.
So very very true!
A signifying monkey grunted
(keyboard-clever, morals stunted)
from his perch in a digital tree.
And next, did text (quite rapidly):
“Courtship rituals won’t suffice.
Face-to-face can’t break the ice.
Instagram me! Tweet me up…
friend me, like me, buttercup.
Sentences are so outmoded –
take too long to get decoded;
primate sexting hits me faster,
steers me towards your hot disaster.
Female monkeys: send an image.
(Ain’t got time for useless verbiage…)
if your snout just might unseat me
tweet me, greet me – don’t delete me.”
Then, unpeeling fresh banana,
searched his screen for Vox Humana…
Nice.
Poor Kelli.
Although, and I did tell her, if she’d never made out with Josh that night, none of this would have ever happened.
😉