Plagiarism.

I recently discovered that several people have plagiarized my Ode to my Keurig on a contest page to win a House Party and the new Keurig Vue.  I would have entered my poem myself, if I were eligible.  Canadians are not.  Anyway, here is what I think of plagiarism and jackasses who steal my stuff.

So you want to win a Keurig,
But you don't know how to rhyme,
And you know how to google, 
So why not save some time?

You figure you will steal my stuff,
Why not plagiarize?
Well, you lazy sack of crap.
Here is your surprise.

I read my stats, I found you out,
Your cheating is reported.
So in your quest to lie to win,
I guess you have been thwarted.

Anyone can copy/paste,
As long as you have the parts,
But to come up with something of your own,
Ah, that takes some smarts. 

To plagiarize, to steal, to cheat,
Is comtemptible at best.
You and your wee tiny brain,
I thoroughly detest.

An Ode to my Keurig

I am resurrecting this blog, not to talk about parenting, or training, or anything.  I am going to use it to write bad poetry.

My BFF asked me about my Keurig, and if maybe I could write a poem about it?  Here it is:

An Ode to my Keurig

Groggy sleepy crabbypants
Rage is building, starting rants
Need some coffee, need some joe
Caffeine makes life good, you know
Open up the chamber wide
Put your k-cup right inside
Push a button, pick a size
Coffee brews before your eyes
Inhale the scent and take a sip
Oh, delicious magic drip
I love you Keurig, here's a hug
Thank you for filling up my mug.

-Jan 2nd, 2012.