St Patrick's Day and a poem

[vicioussweetie]

I think that if anyone hands me another green drink, I'm going to be very sick. Also, I think I don't want to see another cabbage for as long as I live. Or at least until next Tuesday.

But! I have written a poem, and aswim in liquid courage as I am, I shall share it.

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[chill_whispers]

More than "okay," my dear, it is a moving and eloquent meditation on the idea. I quite like it, and believe I would do so even were it not by your heart and hand.

[vicioussweetie]

You think? Because I really don't understand these things, and people say you should write what you know, and I just don't know. And I don't want to know, particularly. And I'm rambling.

...do we have any ice cream?

[chill_whispers]

Oh, yes. As one with intimate knowledge of the subject, I can assure you.

Several flavors. I believe the mint chocolate chip and the pistachio are both seasonally colored, but you might prefer the rocky road, the caramel sutra, or something Sel assures me is called "Septuple-Chocolate Toe-Curler," from a boutique ice creamery in Santa Monica.

[vicioussweetie]

I want that last one. Possibly forever and until the end of time.