12-09-2007, 09:47 PM
Okay, so this poem needs a little explanation before I post it...
We're studying American history in my S.S. class, and since I have the same teacher for both S.S and L.A., we're reading a novel in L.A. that happens during the Revolution. It's called 'My Brother Sam is Dead'.
So anyway, I was talking to my mom, and we were being...odd...and somehow she said 'My Brother Sam is an Avon Lady'. And that sparked my inspiration for a poem...
My Brother Sam - The Avon Man!
My Brother Sam
is an Avon man,
he goes from door to door
selling lipgloss and compacts for that big cosmetics store.
His uniform is periwinkle, his teeth are nice and shiny -
If it weren't for Crest Whitestrips, they'd have fired his sorry hiney!
But one day, sadly, Fate had to intervene.
Whilst sam was peddling perfume, he smiled. No, no - he beamed.
He was unaware that Fate had caused this to occur,
but his would-be clients chased him down, shouting terrible slurs
at the top of their lungs - right back to the Avon store.
As Sam ran and ran, he tripped over his skirt -
And whilst mourning the Armani, he did a face plant in the dirt.
Alas, the mob had caught him, and they lifted him up in the air,
carried him through the doors- right into the Avon store.
They hauled him straight upm all the way to the big Cheese -
she was rich, and pretty, but positively dripping with sleaze.
She drowned herself in perfume, she masked herself in gloss -
She used so much hairspray, he locks were like stiff moss!
Sam began to open his mouth, but his boss got there first.
"There's nothing you can say," she said.
My Brother Sam was fired that day.
(This poem is mine, so no stealing! Also, this poem is meant solely for fun, and I mean so disrespect to transvestites or anything...just for fun, like I said.)
"And though I'll think of you, I guess,
until the day I die,
I think I miss you less and less,
as every day goes by...."
Last edited by Elosine : 12-09-2007 at 09:50 PM.