Return of the Tsu Booty (Poem) (For Mura)

Friday night, if I remember,
Cold and bleak, sometime; November.

W indows open, air-a-flowing,
Curtains dancing, wildly blowing.

Headphones on, a lesson learning,
Lectures for a brain-a-yearning.

Exponentials; population,
'How to end your ovulation'.

Lesson ends, I hit the links,
To the the viewpoint from the ******

"Stop at one, there's far too many,
either that or don't have any".

Next to teach is Temple Grandin,
"Hug the beef and stop the branding"

"Wow! That's great!" I said aloud.
"To get a viewpoint from a cow!"

YouTube stops and starts to buffer,
Can't be R'sed to start another...

Headphones off I hear the laughter,
Though It didn't sink til after...

Neighbours out, their party partin'
OH MY GOD! They heard me fartin!

a reply to: Tsu322

True modern poetry at its finest my friend, thanks for the laugh

Hahahaha!

a reply to: Tsu322



Hehehe!

Good job Tsu! That's the ideal sort of humour !

Gasp! For ME???!!!! LOL. Thank you, thank you, thank you. Here, have a dancing giraffe because I am speechless with delight.



Huge hugs.
Mura

a reply to: Mura44

OMG that giraffe! LOL