I am usually super disdainful of poetry (if you like it, more power to you and I hope you recover quickly). But I thought I would write a special poem for Kayla, because she likes poetry cause she’s crazy like that. Here goes.
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Dear Kayla and Simone and Other Me: A Haiku
Curdling fetus
Crotchety ointment cudgel
Moist tufts, squatting ears
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(Honorable mentions: crouching, undergird, gestate, squirt, jest, bracken, crepuscular, onus, cramp, botulism)
I hope you enjoy the rest of your day, Kayla!
Me reading this poem to you in my poetic voice*
*If you click on the picture, it’s a gif. So you can see me reading the poem out loud to you.
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