My poetry, circa 18.
So I was moving some of my stuff around, and found some of my old scribble books I used to keep with random notes and quotes and other nonsensical things in it. I flipped through one dated "2004," and found the following poem I had written in it.
An Ode to Cows
I think I know how a cow feels
When it attempts to wear high heels,
The same way I do.
Moo.
I do not remember the how or the why behind it, but it makes me laugh. And also a bit sad about how 18-year-old-me would feel about 25-year-old-me, when at least twice a week I suck it up and wear high heels to work, or at least to court.
An Ode to Cows
I think I know how a cow feels
When it attempts to wear high heels,
The same way I do.
Moo.
I do not remember the how or the why behind it, but it makes me laugh. And also a bit sad about how 18-year-old-me would feel about 25-year-old-me, when at least twice a week I suck it up and wear high heels to work, or at least to court.