It all started with Beri. Blame Beri.
She texted me this funny little poem she'd made up, and then I had to follow suite, and before I knew it, we had six or seven.
It made for a very interesting morning at work, I can assure you! Now that I'm on lunch break, I figured I'd share them with you.
Half were written by me, and half by Beri.
And remember: this was her idea. I am not to blame for any ensuing insanity.
Maybe.
Post it note Poetry
To Perceptor:
Ahem
If here in your doddering pace
You can see of Brainstorm no trace
Surmise that I'm gone
Off to Iacon
And thusly, in your face!
Love Brain
)(
To Rattrap:
Dear sir,
Your annoyance may increase,
I've badgered you without cease.
But I must make a living,
Though I've been forgiving,
You're once again late on your lease!
-the Landlord
)(
Dear Arcee,
Hello!
I've an awful bad ache in my pate.
It must've been something I ate.
I'm feeling quite faint,
Though Doc says I ain't,
All this to say I'll be late.
Love Chromia
)(
To Grimlock:
I'd like to think I have been kind
And not prone to an angry mind
But bite one more time
And I swear to the Primes
The next shot goes in your behind!
-Ratchet
)(
To Decepticon,
Uh...
Me Grimlock not know how
To rhyme stuff good like Prowl,
But you in my way,
You dying today.
No poem! Me just eat you now!
-Grimlock
)(
To Prime:
Did you honestly think you'd begun
To be the clever and tactical one?
I'm clearly more clever
I even rhyme better
Bah! Who needs this? I'm Megatron!
)(
To Megatron,
See where your conclusions have led?
You're clearly out of your head.
I'll be fighting for truth
When you're long in the tooth.
And have to go early to bed!
-Optimus
)(
Dear Wheeljack,
It's really my fondest wish
That I cause no mental anguish.
So in case it's not clear
By my apology here,
I'm sorry about the fish.
-Hot Rod
)(
Dear Optimus,
It's kind of a long story,
That ended with Prowl in that tree
But seeing as I've been blamed
I must clear my name,
I'm innocent! It was Bumblebee!
-Hot Rod
)(
Hey Shockwave!
My Seekers aren't standing in line
For something that crawled from the brine.
Go back to your cloister,
You ugly old oyster,
And stop playing Frankenstein!
-Starscream
)(
Dear Jazz,
I followed your regimen,
And I'm questioning your sanity again.
Horror movies are not
Good examples of plot.
And I'll never eat hot dogs again.
-Spike
)(
Dear Swerve,
About the chiropracting last night:
I don't think you did it quite right.
Servos aren't tuning pegs,
And I can't feel my legs.
I think you did that out of spite!
-Whirl