A poem.

[bluethunderkuno]

You may all now drop everything and read the poem I have composed for my dearest Sadako. Her beauty is like the melted square of butter on a cob of corn. It is like the bubbles that rise to the top of your soda when you open the bottle! HER BEAUTY IS LIKE THE LONE RED SOCK IN THE DRIER OF APHRODITE THAT TURNS YOUR LOAD OF WHITES INTO A GLORIOUS

Comments

[lunar_luna]

It's not a very good poem.

[bluethunderkuno]

Surely you are mistaken, my beautiful toast.

[lunar_luna]

No, it's really quite horrid. I read it twice.

[bluethunderkuno]

I see. It was so good that it required a second reading.

[lunar_luna]

I was looking for hidden merits.

Maybe you should try a limerick instead.