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I drew a picture of you today,
And-though it may not be modest to say so-
I think it’s an incredible likeness:
Your seashell-shiny blonde locks,
Which blend and spiral in harmony
With your golden horns that perch upon your hollow head,
Your veined, purple, bulging sclera,
Your permanently, perfectly furrowed brows,
Your pitchfork-sharp serpent’s tongue
Under and above your crimson gums,
Which hold bloodied teeth far sharper than your wit.
But what really holds the piece together is this:
My work is drawn with crayons,
And it captures the essence of you-your juvenility-so, so well.
And-though it may not be modest to say so-
I think it’s an incredible likeness:
Your seashell-shiny blonde locks,
Which blend and spiral in harmony
With your golden horns that perch upon your hollow head,
Your veined, purple, bulging sclera,
Your permanently, perfectly furrowed brows,
Your pitchfork-sharp serpent’s tongue
Under and above your crimson gums,
Which hold bloodied teeth far sharper than your wit.
But what really holds the piece together is this:
My work is drawn with crayons,
And it captures the essence of you-your juvenility-so, so well.