Some days anything you say or write ends up sounding scrambled and goofy, so it seems just as well to embrace it and enhance it by attempting to write some poetry. Which is what I did. I caution anyone reading this that all the rhymes were forced, there is very little standardized syllable count per line, and at places I digress from whatever point I originally intended to make and rambled on about something that might seem unimportant. Can we all agree to name our kids something that has at least one other rhyme in the english language? Hmm, I suppose it's a bit hypocritical of me to complain about that though.
Today was pretty muddy, which was sort of cruddy,
but not really, for I had a buddy!
The hooligan Jaffna, whose name literally rhymes with nothing.
Anyways.
It was rather chilly, so we felt rather silly,
for not dressing warmly, much less uniformly.
But we tied down some plastic,
with twine, how fantastic!
So we were in part successful,
despite the weather being stressful.
And then we went inside,
before our fingers died.
Because it was exceedingly cold,
Turtles can live to be really old.
Or so I've been told.
I haven't actually ever met one.
And then we were enlightened,
and thus our day was brightened,
with lots of information
regarding herbaceous sensations!
Who knew lavender could
make tea that tasted good?
Or that when stuffed in pillows,
caused aromatic billows
and freshened up the room,
with a smell not unlike a bloom?
My life is more complete,
ain't that neat?
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