Melloh Yelloh, Part 5

Melloh Yelloh

Yay! It’s eight o’clock?!

Trying to get myself ready to go but,

we’re all asleep

from a long night of annotation writing.

Pikachu had to keep me awake

‘cause I was so drunk from all that sake.

I want to get drunk and do karaoke,

but then sober up real quick-like because I’ve got class tomorrow, and I’m responsible;

though that won’t guarantee me showing up with pants on.

Then everyone will see my thong

as I strut down North Ave.

Melloh Yelloh

Yay! It’s eight o’clock!?

I just woke up seven minutes ago;

everyone is busily writing something.

I wish I liked coffee.

Drinking coffee makes me feel grown-up,

it makes me feel so mature.

Janis said one day,

“You and I will be gay,

and by gay I mean really freakin’ cheerful,

and by cheerful, I mean unhealthily chipper.

The kind of chipper that makes you want to curl up and hide.”

Melloh Yelloh

Yay! It's eight o' clock?!

Abby spills her coffee over LL's laptop. Shock!

Oh GOD! It's everywhere, and she doesn't look very happy.

It's like an explosion of disgusting and sticky and delicious

Fluffy goodness in my mouth

So soft and delightful

Like a furry little hen

With dancing shoes on

And a song stuck in my head

Of days gone by, forgotten

And our hands full of tiny llamas

Melloh Yelloh

Yay! It’s eight o’clock!?

Everyone is wide awake,

the sun is rising while I made my way to school

and I felt very fake.

Many write poems about being baked

that’s why they always see Pokemon.

Babies always be cryin’,

damn straight, I ain’t lyin’.

Except I am. I’m sorry,

or am I?

(give Doctor Evil face, pinky to dastardly smile)

Yes!