Tag Archives: Stereotypes

When I wake up, I fill my bath

And my lake of boiling acid.

I brush my teeth and poke my sharks

To stop them from getting placid.

I make my bed and shine my button

(The red one that says “die”)

Then I stroke my pet and eat paté

‘Til the heroes come on by.

On Saturdays I watch the news

And write something for my blog,

Then I go for a weekend drive

And swerve to hit a dog.

On Sundays I like to sleep in

And skip this whole routine.

After all, it’s hard to be

So consistently mean.