Ode to a Female Barber and other review poems

Pizza You're Hot

Dang it pizza, you're so hot

Bubbling cheese and lettuce topped

I didn't check the time I set

And I know I shouldn't take a bite quite yet

You've burned me once not long before

Though technically that was your brother

Still nothing ventured, nothing gained

Quick get me a drink, I'm in a load of pain!

Dang it pizza, why the spite?

Ah heck, I'll take just one more bite.

Smoke Detector

Didn't you realize, 

What the fire meant?

I mean sure things were controlled

I just burned a paper is all

Still I feel like you should have said something

I wonder if this hotel is as safe as originally thought?

These Wars of Men and Women

I wish now I'd read the post

Which has caused such a stir

I see now it's been removed

By you or possibly blogger

Damn these wars of men

And women; both know better

Then to write offensive posts

And pen annoying letters

Ode to a Female Barber

Short cropped hair

Brunette with a patch of bleached

Tattoos running down each arm

Spiked bracelets and many piercings

Thin and kind of pretty in a rocker chic sort of way

But underneath a pound of makeup

And a couple liters of hairspray

Still when you sang along to Dire Straights

The thought occurred to me

'Oh! She's that kind of Rocker Chick.'

But then you started singing along to Creed

Then I thought.

'Oh... she's that kind of rocker chick'

And very much wished to leave.

Still the haircut looks really good

And heck I got it for free.

How do I tell her I like her?

How do I tell her I like her,

But just not in that way?

Sure we've had a lot of laughs

And had a really fun day

But friendship seems a little strong

Not a word I'd care to use

Can't we stay as friends of friends

Without us being friends too?