Bad Poetry Day Ahead

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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