Before words could go free,
there was a Stranger In A Strange Town...

A Quattuordecimensiversary Poem

It's our quattuordecimensiversary,
A word I just invented;
I looked it up on Wiki,
And though it sounds demented,
To come together in that way,
The root words all consented.

It times like these, when stress is high,
Sometimes it does some good,
To make up shit that sounds quite odd,
And so I thought I would,
In the hope that for a moment,
It just might help your mood.

It won't do much to deal with things,
It won't relieve your stress,
But if just only for a moment
(A minute, more or less),
It puts a smile on your face,
It will have passed the test.


kikinotdee said...

My teeth fell out ;)

Kevin Routh said...

Nice! It succeeded in putting a smile on my face. :)

Cayman said...

Very nice! I'm smiling, too!