room.

Hmm. ok got it.

Snyder's multi-grain snack
Your bag lays alone
Unwanted, unloved,
Just like Sylvester Stallone

Rocky one was great
It showed heart and grit
But most of your other movies
Have been utter shit.

I want my money back
You made false promises
you give small children
cases of jaundices

I'm so sorry
you little bag of chips
to compare you to a man who is
full of it..

I know you want me to eat you
You delicious snack
But it is my waistline
I am mad at.

You know I will eat you
and that is scary
First time in awhile
It is not something hairy.

Come here you,
with your 14 grams of fat
your sodium is high
But I can deal with that.

I might finish the whole bag
Right into my gut
Poor Heather
Is the one who will listen to my butt

For I do not digest things
Like any other
My butt sounds like a trumpet
Yet Smothered in butter

K, I give up.

OMG, I just re-read that, and it was horible.

When I make these dumb poems, I just say what comes to mind.

The chips do taste good though.

I eat too many chips and nuts

My arse is like a trumpet it's quite a butt

But if i drop one in bed i'm out on it

That sucked badly as well :lol:

(better go upgrade the mood a little )