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	Here are some crummy poems By Nick Leonti Special to the Hornet Published October 21, 1998 President Gerth Let's all hear it for President Gerth He makes more money than the whole school's worth Is he mean? Is he nice? Wouldn't know. Only seen him twice. Lot 8 The stupidest place in all of Sac State Is a big stupid lot known as stupid Lot 8 After parking, it's fifteen minutes to class Stupid Lot 8's a stupid pain in the ass And if you park too close they'll give you a ticket You'll roll it up tight and tell 'em where to stick it But it'll do no good, you're out twenty bucks And that's why stupid Lot 8 really really sucks Things You Shouldn't Feed the Squirrels Feeding the squirrels can be fun Give them treats. Give them yummies But listen to me, ya son of gun Lotsa things'll hurt their tummies Don't feed them salt Don't feed them cheese Don't feed them fish Oh please, oh please Don't feed them taffy Don't feed them pickles Don't feed them Rip Taylor Don't feed them Don Rickles Don't feed them bricks Don't feed them forks Don't feed them nerds Don't feed them dorks Don't feed them monkeys Don't feed them rocks Don't feed them clowns Don't feed them socks Don't feed them shampoo Don't feed them gonorrhea That's the end of my poem I guess I'll see ya Learning Poem Learning is fun! Learning is neat! I walk to school by using my feet Math, science, English and more Learning about stuff is never a bore! When the school day is over It's time to go home I sit down at my desk And I learn on my own. Oh learning, learning How I love to learn So do my friends I know someone taking this class about some junk This poem is stupid. Crud. Give me candy. I Dream of Donuts I dream of donuts every night My doctors say that's just not right I disagree with them you see For, I love donuts and donuts love me Covered in frosting or filled with jelly I use donuts to fill my belly And a belly full of donuts affects my brain While riding on the Sleepy Train In my dreams I float in the air Donut clouds whisp through my hair Through fields of donuts I romp and play Ladies made of donuts come my way I make the journey to a donut castle I wear a hat with a donut tassle On my feet I wear donut shoes At night I watch the donut news I walk the streets of Donut Town And give a penny to the donut clown Off to the donut shop at a quarter to three I buy a dozen and get the thirteenth free Then I wake up and turn on a light Yeah, I dream of donuts every night Stupid Poem I hate this poem It really sucks Can I have twenty bucks? Butter Poem Butter for dinner. Butter for lunch. Butter's the snack on which I munch Butter sandwich, butter pie Just call me the butter guy A cube of butter wrapped in ham A cube of butter smothered in jam Butter soup with pickles and fish Makes a special holiday dish Butter-pops and butter-cakes Butter sundaes and butter-shakes Butter-on-the-bottom yogurt I'll eat half and give some to Bert Butter and ketchup, butter and cheese I wash it down with a cup of grease And if I had things my way I'd eat butter fifty times a day
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