Being engineering majors, one might wonder why these two fools would attempt to produce a form of art that has baffled and destroyed many more artistic persons than ourselves. Yet David and Chuck have feelings and insights that are worthy of expression in the form of fine verse as well. So we have scribed them here, for your enjoyment and serious contemplation. Please direct all criticisms to:

sorrowfultears@starvingcollegestudents.com

and all praises to:

youreallyareintelligent@starvingcollegestudents.com

Limericks

Thierry

It happened one day during soccer
He tried to be the best blocker
His knee gave out
And he cried out with a shout:
“Now I’ll spend my days in a rocker”!

There once was a couple of friends

Their friendship changed all the trends

Quatrains

I crave adventure, I crave romance
My travels have taken me all the way to France
But then I met you, and I know I can’t hide
The feelings of wonder, when I’m just by your side

People may scoff at the lines that I write
Say that they’re trivial, basic, or trite
But they are my creation, they come from my head
They are my emotions, for which I have bled

I like to take naps, to belittle my time
I like to be lazy, although some say it’s a crime
When you’re a dreamer, with the sun is overhead
The best feeling in the world is to be tucked in your bed.

I like to take naps, to belittle my time
I like to be lazy, although some say it’s a crime
When you’re a dreamer, with the sun is overhead
The best feeling in the world is to be tucked in your bed.

An Anecdote In 6+ Rhyming Lines In Iambic Pentameter

Ode To My Phone

We used to be close, my cell phone and I
Until then came the day she refused my reply
To my sensual song, my repeated caress
Her silence and stare gave me bitter duress
To Cingular we went, to make her all well
Instead I found out, her status was hell
Feelings of anguish, betrayal of trust
We had to let go, forever we must
So I traded her in, numbers and all
A better one I have, fully able to call.
Yet sometimes at night
When I listen just right
I hear my old phone
Call out with a moan
“ Why did you leave me, why did you go?
I did what I could, although I was slow”
And I cover my ears, and sing to myself
Staring at her proxy there on the shelf
A week went by, and then another
These feelings of guilt I just could not smother
To her maker I returned, to find her I might
Hoping to find her, no matter how slight
So I stepped right up, to ask where she was
And was answered with her familiar buzz

All poems created by Chuck Hassenplug (as of now)