In college I met a fun girl,
who had hair that was straight, not a curl.
We went to the same classes,
we both wore our glasses,
and I thought she was really a pearl.
The Una-bomber taught us one year,
we never were filled with much fear.
He was harmless, it seemed
about roaches, he dreamed!
and his lectures were always quite clear (ly boring).
We both worked at the same lab,
and when free, we often did gab.
Her h forgot flowers,
mad for weeks, not just hours,
Understandably, she was really a crab!
We made pamphlets about birds and the bees
the project brought me to my knees.
But not how you think,
into laughter I'd sink,
It's a project that really did please.
She's my favorite one to this day,
for she'd never just lead me astray.
She has questionnaires, true
asks my dates, "WHO ARE YOU?"
and helps keep the crazies at bay.
I love when her grammar's askew,
(This is rare, unfortunately true)
I point and then laugh,
at her terrible gaffe,
then my own errors, I usually spew.
We once had a blog that we shared,
With limericks, as if anyone cared!
but the password was gone,
no more rhymes did it spawn,
no access left us both quite impaired.
We waxed on once about a dead fridge,
I admit, it amused me a smidge!
50 limericks we wrote,
though I don't like to gloat,
Paths from pain up to humor we bridged.
For years, my friend Sarah has rocked,
even though often times she does mock,
don't know what I'd do,
if she died and turned blue,
For her funeral, I'd buy a nice frock.
(but no make up.)
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