As my deadline for this story is later tonight,
I thought I just might,
write a poem for your delight.
You see poetry does not come easy to me,
The rhyming just might make me clinically crazy.
Hahahahaha; I am just kidding. My rhyming is god awful.
Therefore, I'm going to do a different type of poetry. One that requires less work because as seen in the passage above I am no Shakespeare, and like I said this story is due... so here is a haiku. (please tell me you picked up on the writing in the last line!)
Long Kilt, Turtleneck
Mother tells me I look bad
I like it anyway
Yay for primitive level literature that is simultaneously complex!
Until next time,