Sorry folks, it’s a bad poetry day. I spent most of the morning binge writing Enchanted, so I fried every cell in my brain. It’s for a good cause, yes, but sadly it means I have no brain cells left to share for a post which means you all get to suffer through a bad poetry day. HORRAH!
The Donut
If life is a donut then I’m in the middle I want to go nuts but you can’t eat and fiddle This will go straight to my butt that’s hardly a riddle But when it sits in my gut the donut makes me giggle
Be afraid, Champions. Be very afraid.
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