Ode to an Airhead (as requested by nienna_weeper)

[zhie]

(and actually, this is true, as was the other one, so very silly she'd pick an airhead...)

Ode to an Airhead

Airhead, o airhead
Lying upon the floor
Laying.. upon the floor
Discarded... upon the floor
Once your life was full of sour promise
Your blue, shiny wrapper sleek and smooth
Now you slide beneath one cubicle to another
And back
And back again
Collecting the dirt and dust and debris
O, how cruel! To be tormented so
To be left, unkissed by mere mortal's lips
To lie (lay? sit? stay?) in vain
Upon the floor
Made of asbestos
The floor
Not you, dear, dear airhead
Dear, discarded airhead


*bows, glances under desk to see which side of the cubie the airhead is at, pushes it back to the other person's side*

Comments

[chaotic-binky.livejournal.com]

What is an airhead?

[zhie.livejournal.com]

It's sour, taffy-like candy

http://www.airheads.com/main.html

[chaotic-binky.livejournal.com]

sour? eeeek! Thanks Hugs Binky x

[nienna-weeper.livejournal.com]

ROFLMAO!

Perfect!

You actually have a nasty, sticky, covered-with-lint airhead on your floor?!?

[zhie.livejournal.com]

um, yeah. yes, we do. his name is Barney, and every morning, I kick him back onto the other side. He's still in his wrapper, though. I have no clue how he got there. There's just a wee bit of space to slide things back and forth between the two cubies, and every now and then it ends up on my side.

[nienna-weeper.livejournal.com]

What flavor?

[aglarien1.livejournal.com]

ROFL! Only you, Zhie.
*hugs*