Because I Watch The View Sometimes

Because I watch "The View" sometimesAnd "Sex in the City" That doesn’t mean you jerks can doubtMy sexuality.             I wear a scarf, paint my toenailsBut so do lots of guysLike Dave Navarro, the dude with         The dark and piercing...

The Cafeteria

O Casserole, Casserole! What food art thou, Casserole? Your description reads, “Sunday Surprise” ‘Tis but thy name that is my enemy; Thou art thyself though, a true surprise?What’s a surprise? It is nor meat, nor grain,Nor...

Ode on some Natty Ice

Thou cold unopened tin of pure splendor,   Thou frosty gray tower of the Cheap Buzz,You are the source of our endless benders   And memories of last night rimmed with fuzz. Frat house historian, whose dents and bruises   Proclaim the ebb and flow...

A Poetry Slam Enthusiast Explains Beer Pong

Cups numbered ten on opposing sides,Beer flowing like the swelling tides.Not too much, it is early yet, hold it, hold it:Pong, pong, pong.A majestic pyramid laid horizontal, balls soaring,Gravity paints a furious arc as spheres slice through air,...

Poetry Double-Header

Today's Poetry Corner features not one, but two poems from our readers -- a haiku for our Japanese friends, and a sonnet for our 400-year-old English friends. Enjoy!THE ART OF HAIKUby Dan VerdelA haiku storyIt is hard to make things fitSometimes,...

The Wingman's Ballad

 I thought tonight I'd meet a ladyI thought I'd bring her homeI thought we'd spend the night togetherbut instead I sleep aloneMy buddy Steve had seen her firstI had no plans to interfereThey hit it off and left togetherand left me with my...

Dr. Seuss As A Pledge

I cannot drink this Jaeger bomb,I cannot drink one, Kegmeister Tom.I cannot take one with a chaser,I'd rather have a Mind Eraser.I cannot take one with some cattle,I'd rather my ass meet with the paddle.If I had one it'd make me holler,And likely...

Beer Goggles: A Sonnet

After a horrid mix of beer and wine And too much time spent in a darkened barFrom the dense crowd emerged a woman fineAs cute as any, at least from afar. “She’s a nine, at least; nay, she’s even more!”My friends urged me on...

The On-Campus Larpers: A Poem

The dragon's fire burned as the warriors foughtfresh from the feast of the lunch that they had bought"These broadswords are steel, they're real," they thoughtthough battle with dragons is a glory hard wroughtFrom the dining hall come...

An Extremely Dramatic Poem About Something Unimportant

Vestigial organs, alas!Your worthlessness saddens me.O, male nipples!You dispense no milk,Provide no sweet respite for aWeeping, thirsty babe.No, you exist but to be transformed         Via purple assault&...

Notes From My Roommate, William Carlos Williams

This Poem's So Indie

I must be frank, to say the least;Your music taste's quite blandWhich is why I must inquireIf you're familiar with the bandYou mean to claim you have not heardThis grand musical treasure?My poor dear sir, you've been deprivedOf certain aural...

Getting Some Wood on a Drunken Evening

(In the style of Robert Frost)Whose bed this is, I do not know.This house might be down on frat row;He will not see me leaving hereTo watch his morning boner grow.My little feet must think it queerTo be tip-toeing through this beerBefore I leave,...

Three Short Poems

Realization: A LimerickOne day in McDonald’s I satWhen I got really mad that I’m fatTo stop my self-loathingI bought some new clothingTwo sizes two big, and that’s thatBeer: A HaikuI was a drinkerThen I stopped for health...

A Ballad to my Breasts

The components of the body are incredibleThe arms, the legs, the backBut none quite so delightfulAs my huge, ginormous rack.And yes, before you ponder"Are they real or are they fake?"They are 100% all-natural:Of that, make no mistake.While it's...

Ode to Guidos

There's some things in life that I can't understandLike people who mumble, or meat that is cannedBut one thing I think that is way out of handAre people called "guidos" who live in this land.One night I had tea, and a chocolate biscottiWalked by...

"Bequeath unto me a Swisher Sweet, pray!" by the Black Guy in Front of Me at the Gas Station

Bequeath unto me a Swisher Sweet, pray! Hath God made more magnificent a scent? Not e'en the flowers of the most lavish bouquet Could make a man such as I so contentO, ambrosia! Sweet Wild Irish Rose!May your nectar reach deep to my soul The great...

A Collection of Short Poems

MyPod I got into the subway this morningI saw a manHis lips were...movingMoving like mineHe was singingthe exactsamesongthat I was listening to.In all the world...two iPodswith the exact same song onat the exact same moment.OK,that didn't really...

The Massacre: A Poem

50 Cent bit his lip as he hoisted his swordPreparing for the advancing, awful hordeComprised of vicious beasts, orcs and trollsOgres, dragons, rats, and even gnollsNo fear in his eyes, just gangsta beatsMithril armor around gangsta feetsThe 36...