Dinner.

Dear Toast,

Roses are red,

Violets are blue,

Jesus H Christ,

Why can’t I quit you?

Love, Allie.


 


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El Oh Vee Eee.

Volcano, schmolcano.

The sun is shining and it’s warm enough to wear a top with no sleeves (NO SLEEVES, PEOPLE), exercise has released endorphins and someone is bidding on my terrible clothes I put on eBay. In short, life is peachy today.

Adding to the happiness is being in love.
Being in love is making me happy.
Being happy is making me creative.
Me being creative is giving you these treats; for I, Allie, have written a deep and meaningful poem. About love. Enjoy.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

I’m here all week.

Poetry Fans, You Can Thank Me Later.

An Ode to Celery

Oh celery, thy celery, my sweet delightful celery,
How could I ever get bored, munching you so merrily?
Alone, with salad, perhaps dipped in some humus,
I eat you with love for you won’t make me humongous.
I just read on Wiki, that you’re an aphrodisiac,
I’d surely get more blog follows, being a nymphomaniac.
But to end, my chum, who’s made mostly of water,
Please keep fresh in my fridge, then my love for you won’t falter.


Lots of love, Allie. x