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Last night I was messing around with copying poet's forms from specific poems they've written...They all ended up more like parodies than anything. Here is my Edna St Vincent Millay. (If you don't recognize it, this links to the poem that it parodies)

Memory
in the style of Edna St Vincent Millay

We were very wired; we’d drunk lots of sherry-
We knew that very soon things would get a little hairy.
I was pale with fright like a beast from a fable --
She had caught on fire from the flames on the table,
She wore tank tops, I pantaloons;
And our whiskers kept on growing as we bounced around the room.

We were very wired; we’d drunk lots of sherry-
We knew that very soon things would get a little hairy.
And you drank a Snapple, and I combed your hair,
We ate a dozen donuts that we’d stolen from somewhere;
The silence fell away, and my friend began to mold,
And our son was tripping on some acid he had sold.

We were very wired; we’d drunk lots of sherry-
We knew that very soon things would get a little hairy.
We’d failed our good mother in her straw-barrel bed,
We had thoughts a moment later but they too soon left our head;
As she slept god went missing, but for the moment she was there,
So we played a game of rummy and we lost our subway fare.