Ohh, Britney
Let me rent you a boat
and out to sea we'll float.
I'll be captain, mate, and crew-
navigating the torrid seas for you.
I'll save my money, and store hordes of cheetos below the deck.
And when the wind strikes too rough
I'll splash water on your flubber
so your skin won't dry out.
We'll voyage far far out
with only my love of fishermen and salt
to spin the compass about.
And when we find a patch of sea
gloomy and blue, as your career has come to be,
i'll set you free-
to swim with the other blubberous whales of the sea.
3 comments:
I love your Britney poem. I think that's how a lot of us feel. Except you forgot to mention her horrible weave, bad lip singing and crappy dancing. But your poem still captured the essence of her shitty-ness.
thank you thank you. if only i could capture all that is Britney in words. but, you cannot put the rainbow in a jar, you cannot tell a star, "Hey, stop shining for awile," you cannot tell Christian Bale to be your baby daddy, no. such is britney.
WHAT WERE YOU EXPECTING? As far as I'm concerned, her performance was par for the course. The road to redemption from Kevin Federline is long and harrowing.
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