A Curse Poem

Now that my writing class is over (Writing Poetry to Say the Unsayable--Sheila Bender) I wanted to share one of my favorites. We had some fun writing the curse poem in class.    

Curse you Computer

And your microchips too

May they turn into nachos

Dripping with goo

 

Curse you computer

With your cursor a-blinking

May your data dissolve

As the hard drive stops thinking

 

Curse you computer

And your email box too

May you develop a virus

Most voracious to you

 

Curse you computer

And your functioning keys

I shall soak them in soda

And clog them with grease

 

Curse you computer

And your foul clicking mouse

May he move from the mouse pad

Right into your house

 

Curse you computer

You inhuman freak  

You stole my husband

And gave me a geek

To give some background, my husband has a computer business.
If you were to write a curse poem, what would be your curse? 

TODAY I SHOP FOR NEW JEANS

My old ones have split at the seams              

before holiday dinners
my waistline was thinner
sadly I know what this means

Today I shop for new jeans

I sort through the rows
of sizable clothes
extending now into the teens
sadly I know what this means

Today I shop for new jeans

plate after plate
of the goodies I ate
blew my diet to smithereens
sadly I know what this means

Today I shop for new jeans

I’ve been to the gym
and still can’t get slim
it’s harder to do than it seems
sadly I know what this means

Today I shop for new jeans

I stand on the scale
as my face starts to pale
how could this happen I scream
sadly I know what this means

Today I shop for new jeans

I bump into Sue
She must need jeans too
I’m so glad it isn’t just me
sadly I know what this means

Do you need to shop for new jeans?