A Valentine to the samples girl at Trader Joe's
YOU KNOW the parking lot is hell;
its foreigners and incessant crows
make me nervous for a spell;
But once inside this Trader Joe's
I'm always glad to see your face,
glad for your shade-grown (ground so fine),
You calm me in this stressful place,
So Ng, please be my valentine.
-JM
its foreigners and incessant crows
make me nervous for a spell;
But once inside this Trader Joe's
I'm always glad to see your face,
glad for your shade-grown (ground so fine),
You calm me in this stressful place,
So Ng, please be my valentine.
-JM
Posted by Joseph F. Mailander @ 2/14/2008 09:57:00 AM
8 Comments:
No way. She's married.
Yeah, everyone's married. And?
Ng??? Don't tell me you threw your long-time girlfriend under a bus!
Oh Joe! Me ruv you rong time!
all you dip s**ts, don't you see the passion in jm's poetry, his heart, his soul?
Roses are red
Violets are blue
Stop stealing all my samples you goddamned writer!
Sir, we appreciate your patronage here at Trader Joe's, and that long coat you're wearing is certainly stylish, but next time you shop here, we must insist you wear trousers...
All he gave me was this poem that said "There once was a man from Nantucket..."
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