Thwack.
The fishie
Got hit.
I came back
From Hawai'i.
I saw
The fishie
Floating in
The water.
Dead.
Unconscious.
The like.
I
Cried
And cried
And cried
Until
I was swimming
In a pool
Of my own
Tears.
Annie..
How could you?
HOW COULD
YOU WHACK
MY
FISHIE
WHILE I WAS IN
HAWAI'I?!
*I hate you, Annie.*
That's a joke. I don't hate Annie.
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One day, this incident will be forgotten amidst the impending turmoil of adolescent life.
ReplyDeleteI will never forget it, Poop.
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