Mea Culpa (My Bad) Poem by George Hunter

Mea Culpa (My Bad)

Rating: 5.0


Dragged out this morn
Feeling so worn,
Still in the stream
Of a late dream.
For mercy's sake
Could hardly wake.
Don't try to think,
Just find the sink.

In my haste
To find the paste,
Grabbed the wrong tube,
What aboob!
In my rush
I filled my brush
With whatever
Not so clever!

Brushed away at
A high rate
And thought—
Does your toothpaste
Taste different of late?
Tastes like slurry
Spit it out in a hurry.
Didn't have to convince
To do a double rinse
And then a triple with Scope
In the fervent hope
Of surviving.

Should go back to bed
And start the day over
But checked the label instead
Said
'For athlete's foot
And jock itch.'
Sonofawitch!

Feeling more awake now
But at least I
Have some
Consolations,
There'll be no
Fungus in my
Oral emanations!

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
G. Murdock 27 April 2009

This is a hoot, a bonified belly laugh.

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Paige S 22 April 2009

To funny! !

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Britney Hogue 17 April 2009

OMG this is halarious. LMAO great poem and reminds me of myself in the morning.although i never brushed my teeth with athlets foot paste i have come close to using pimple cream. LOL

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