My weekend was great but
I don't think it's G-rated (I always tell them to keep it G or PG for me)
I will write a poem about nothing I ever stated.
There once was a squirrel swinging
From a tree
He slipped and fell, that's all
I could see
He scrapped the last branch though
He was safe on at height
Yet, I never thought I would
Write about him in a journal: free write.
Oh shoot, I am so proud.
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that's pretty much better than any poem I've ever written. also, i love squirrels.
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