Posts tagged ‘boredom’
Remember the Charmin commercial? The toilet paper the cartoon bears used?
I know I’m strange, and I latch onto odd things – but this commercial really bothered me. I was going through old notebooks and I found a tiny thing I wrote about this.
Check it out.
Charmin Bears Can’t … Bear It
These bears have bits of toilet paper ALL over their, you know, rear end type “areas” – and I say “area” because they have no parts down there. They’re all Barbie-fied. You know, no Capital City. So these Charmin bears can’t go to the bathroom AND they can’t have sex.
Here’s how I imagine a conversation going between two of these Charmin bears:
“So … whaddya wanna do today?”
“I don’t know – DIE! I’ve gotta go to the bathroom SO BAD.”
“Oh no …”
“I just realized mating season is coming up …”
“GOD! As though I’m not irritable enough!”
“Did you say irritable?”
“Well, not like … not like THAT …”
“Where’s that kid bear?”
“Probably out ripping up toilet paper and gluing it to his fur.”
“I swear, if that kid doesn’t have A learning disability he has two.”
In college I wrote a number of poems that were dumb funny (hey, I’m consistent in my approach). With a few I actually tried to be sweet, like to woo my then-girlfriend. I know I’m not a good poet, but I enjoy writing these little things. And I found this self-hating one funny. This one is called “Reaction” and it was a poem about my then-girlfriends reaction to all the bad poetry coming her way.
If I had to guess, this poem was probably written to get her to say she did like my poetry.
I’m sick, sick, sick of your “poetry”
Great. Another five year old’s rhyme, written for me.
Why do boyfriends think they’re unique?
Bad poems by a math guy? You made my week.
Do me a favor, please, take your time.
It’s not necessarily good if you make it rhyme.
Haven’t you noticed the hints when you read to me?
Big yawns, my staring at the clock, longingly!?
It’s not just boredom, it’s even my health
My eyes have rolled so much I’m stuck looking at myself.
The first time it was sweet
But now, my dear, notice my exit on fleet feet.