I have a love-hate relationship with magnetic poetry. I think its cheesy and lame yet I secretly envy those around me with small enough lives to enjoy this. I mean writting poetry is noble and wonderful. But to hover over your fileing cabinet at work trying to make up wittier lines then the guy down the hall...thats just sad.

I have a considerable amount of magnetic poetry. Only important words though like- the, I, am, were, is, a.

These are all stolen from my office mates. I take just one or two from everyone and then they have to make poetry that sounds washed in an ape-like dialect. Love, __ like flowers____ ____ spring. No helping verbs allowed. I'm not a very nice person. But I need entertainment too or else I would be the idiot hovering over my file cabinet.