#tbt: Poems from the Past

Oh, the things I have kept.... 

During my senior year of college I lived in Washington D.C. for a quarter where I had an internship at an esteemed institute which shall not be named and I was bored out of my mind.  To quote a letter I sent to my friend Katie back then "The reason I'm typing your letter is because I'm at work and when people walk by it sounds like I'm busy.  ...I have a lot of time to kill right now.   I'm sure I could keep myself busy by researching in the library downstairs but I can't stand to do that ALL the time.  I work in a freezer box for a scatter-brained professor....he doesn't arrive until at least 11am everyday (I'm here by 8:15)...I get peace and quiet and I can do whatever I want because my office is around the corner and no one even knows I'm here half the time."    Please keep in mind that this was my first full time "real" job...

So, apparently to fill this time void, I wrote nonsensical poems to my roommates back home.  One of the poems below was written by someone else, but I have a feeling she won't mind that I share (plus it's probably the best one).

Oct 20, 1995
From: Meg
To: KW

How'd you like that poem?
What's up at home?
Hows' Dan the Cat?
Did he catch a rat?
We have those here,
oh dear, oh dear.
When on the street
It's easy to meet 
A rat, a bum or a man/
Yes I choose the guy 
Who catches my eye.
This peom never ends
But oh how it lends
to my entertainment here.
Now I'll go have a beer!

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From: Meg
To: KB

I sent one to Lori
It was a short story
I sent one to Weim
cause I had the time.
I send one to you
Cause your time is due.
So, what's new?

I'm on a bus going home
I am all alone
But that's alright with me
Cause I can write poems -- oh gee!
I got one from Scott
Although he is not
The one that I like
And neither is Mike (?)
a guy that I know!
I want cookie dough
Ice cream to eat,
Oh, what a treat!
...

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From: KB
To: Meg

Meggie,
You are a freak,
I know I shouldn't speak,
I know this poem reeks,
but not as bad as a TKE!

Noah says hi,
Katie wants you to die,
cause in your last note you left her out,
so now all she does is pout.

I'm going to keeping writing more,
so hold on if you think this is a bore,
we want you to stay away from whores,
and by the way,
have you met Al Gore?

okay, okay, enough is enough,
I'm getting tired of writing such fluff,
maybe I should try study or write
that paper that was due last night!
Nah, why would I do that,
instead Katie and I can harass the cat!!!

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From: Meg
To: Katie [Notice how I came full circle to the Katie mentioned above? huh? huh?]

What's up Katie D.?
Are you mad at me?
I left you out 
but please don't shout!
You got a long note
That I personally wrote.
Do your remember Doll?
Cause I recall
That I wrote you..
Did you write me too?
Ah but that's cheap
And I'm a creep
Cause you called
And I was enthralled!


Sometimes I wish I could get another boring job so I could just write silly stuff all day long...