Roses Are Red. Violets are Blue. I’m a Masshole and so is Laura Blue!

This is a scheduled post since myself and my family are enjoying a week down in Disney World…..please note, I do have someone staying at my house with the dog while I’m away, so don’t bother looking for my address to burglarize me while I am away.  Plus, my next door neighbor is armed with a shotgun and has instructions to shoot on site if he sees anyone near my house.  Yes, seriously.

Today I am honored to have miss Laura Blue from Vodka Logic here.  You see, she’s a fellow masshole and she has a special treat for all ya’ll today…a poem.   All about massholes.

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Massholemommy has gone away,
On vacation, and off to play.

Needed a post, to fill a gap,
A blogger backed out, what a sap.

I stepped in, to help a friend,
So this poem, I have penned.

Massholes have to stick together,
We are like birds of a feather.

We get a bad rap, living here,
People laugh, with a sneer.

We have mountains, we have beaches,
And great people, we’re not all bitches.

Boston the capital, is the best.
There the British were put to rest.

Lexington and Concord is where it started,
The rest of you should thank us, from the crown we parted.

I could go on and on forever,
But you get the point, Massholes are clever.

Let’s hope she rests and has lots of fun,
And doesn’t come back til she is done.

Back to the Christmas rush she’ll come.
No more time to play, just hum drum.

I hope you enjoyed my masshole words,
Now show her some love, or you’re all turds.