Wednesday, March 07, 2007

Found poem... on my door

Mike,
You smell,
I can smell
you from
here. Hee hee.
Well, I came
by to see you
and you
weren't here.
Boooo! Have
a nice day
anyway.
Roz

10 comments:

Tom said...

Hehehe... good one Rozdauer, I approve heartily

Michael said...

Yeah, because I didn't know what time she was coming by, I wasn't there.

Cheryl came to my office today, but I had to bring her there. So I'm sure she knows the way now.

Roz said...

Ummm...yes, the illustrious Dave showed me how to get to your office.
I'm denying anything to do with the note though...

Cheryl said...

I didn't actually know where your office was before mike, I also never know when you're in.

I hardly ever see you, so sometimes I forget you work there.

ohh, for the days when I was your student.

Dave said...

I consider myself the official tour guide to Michael Boyce's office.

"On your left you will hear what you might think sounds like elevator music, you would be correct. John Berard, co-worker of Michael Boyce, owns Winnipeg's largest collection of elevator music..."

Michael said...

I just spit coffee on my keyboard... thanks Dave.

Unknown said...

That was a wonderful mental picture of you Mike. Had I been drinking coffee I probably would have spit it on my computer

Jeremy said...

Is that John Berard, former associate pastor of PAMB and Youth For Christ guy? I hit him in the face with a door when I was in Grade 7. Even so, I doubt he'd remember me.

Dave said...

Yuppers, that is him.

Roz said...

Yeah, I saw him too when I was at booth, that was weird and I couldn't remember whether he was our old pastor or our old eye doctor. Remember the one that mom hated? He was always really busy and didn't have time for us and the last time we went to see him we caught him leaving the front of the children's hospitalm just as we were on our way to our appointment with him and mom stopped him and made him examine our eyes then and there, because we had an appointment and we weren't waiting until he came back!