| Hot Glue! By Chris Peterson 10/22/01 Hot glue! Warm glue! Curses! How I HATE you Burning fingers ever mine Spinning webs of glue fine Fingers trembling, as I stare At my dispenser in despair I tried to glue this to that And the gun replied tit-for-tat Scorching my fingers Pain that still lingers Snared in a net Of glue that met The cooler room air And so the glue dared To cool over mine In webs very fine So dear sir, I say Hark! Hear my warning bark! For the glue lukewarm Will cause fingers to mourn About the old days, when the weren�t black n� blue So please sir, heed my warning to you Stay away from the glue with �HOT� on the package Or of feeling in your digits there will be a lack-age I�m truly sorry for that lame last rhyme I can�t think them up for every line But this continuing poem is drivin� me round the bend So good-bye! Adios! For this is The End. |