Day 6

I DON'T WANT TO WRITE!!!! I'M TIRED!

She looked at the clock and moaned,
The cloak had not been properly toned,
So she went to a cliff,
And had a horrible tiff,
Where she promptly fell asleep on a stone.

AN ODE TO SHOEFLY PIE

How do you come to be?
Your sticky insides clumping together into mysterious goo
You smell like a fresh farm yard's kitchen on a raining day.
The air redolent with sugar.
Your crust is like butter melted and formed into artwork,
as a glassblower molds his craft.
Yet you dissolve so tenderly on the tongue.
I sit across the table and wonder,
how could the taste buds live without?
Yet the accursed thing called diet keeps us apart.
This love must be separated hours more.
I can not embrace you with my lips. (Awkward.)
I will wait till tomorrow.
Then I will devour you! MUAHAHAHAHA

Gee I wonder what I'm craving right now. I'm currently cutting calories and actually trying to be healthy. (It's murder) I'm currently sitting across the table from shoefly pie and candied peanuts. I really want them. Really really want them.
I'm going to write an ode to peanuts next.
This is ridiculous.
ALSO. Please if you read my blog could you leave a comment? I would like to do a sort of head count. There are people in the world who secretly read this blog but I do not know of their existence. (cough. Hannah. cough.)
The poems weren't supposed to make sense. My brain is a little fried today from the heat and making fun of Harry Potter with Steph. "Harry! Harry! I bought you a corsage Harry!" 20 minutes is a really long time if you try to write constantly for that amount of time.
oh. I also cut my hair really short today. A lil too short if you ask me; I was hoping with something less severe. But such is life and hair grows.