HaiCakes!
Sometimes I find a wreck or two that makes me feel all poetical and stuff.
These...[dramatic pause]... are those wrecks.
Barren winter tree
on a giant bare cookie.
Woo. Celebration.
Circle of sprinkles
instead of decorations
because it's break time.
A fish in the sky.
She turned me into a newt!
But...I got better.
Packing foam peanuts,
A big shiny pile of...wait.
Is that Tiana?
Blue, orange, yellow.
A cheerful makeover for
the eye of Sauron.
And now, let's hear a piece from the king of beat poetry himself:
Spot on, Data. Spot. On.
Thanks to Ellen B., Rachel W., Jodee R., Meg G., & Lizzie B. who also have hedonistic predilections for demonstrations of affection, but we don't talk about that.
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P.S. Because one does not simply walk into Mordor:
Jen
