Sosoetry – Tamara

After writing kooky little poems about some of my other co-workers, I did one about my little pal Tamara.

Tamara used to be known as Guest

But she still remains a pest

Even with those she’s close to

She touches things she’s not supposed to

She’s a curious little monkey

Obviously envious of my being so funky

Sure enough, every morning without fail

She razzes me about my rooster tail

Kids me about being so tall

Tells me my backpacks too small

She accuses me of being a yuppy

Yet it’s she who wants an expensive puppy

Her sense of humour is rather quirky

And her personality is best termed perky

She complains of having a big ass

What she really has is too much sass

She’s proven to be quite artistic

But has no time for the narcissistic

She can’t stand George Dubya Bush

She’d open a can of whoop ass on his tush

She’s obviously very good at graphic design

But when the room turns cold she starts to whine

To Mark she must have appealed

They’re now married living in Springfield

With this girl there are no maybes

She’s adamant she wants no babies

She disapproves of smoking pot

And splats stray cats with a slingshot

She really is quite bubbly though

Her glowing smile makes it doubly so

Of her life she’s making the most

But at parties she’s unsure if she should be Guest or host