hello! what a great day for a nap! please? yes?
so, i was trying to multitask by listening to This American Life and writing a poem at the same time...which is silly, because i know i can't write while something listen-able is going on in the background. but...turning it off would've required movement, and i was comfortable, and...anyway, the poem suffered from my laziness i'm afraid. :) it's a totally depressing poem about a mushroom's unrequited love for a tree who doesn't even know she exists. poor girl.
Moira Mushroom had a crush
On Selwyn Sycamore.
"So tall and regal!" Moira gushed,
And loved him all the more.
"But will he ever notice me?
I barely reach his toes!"
She grabbed a handy, fallen leaf
And blew her sniffy nose.
She brightened up her spotted cap
And prayed that he'd look down,
But seasons came, and seasons went,
His leaves turned green and brown,
As Selwyn slowly grew and grew--
But Moira's height stayed fast,
Until she sighed, and shriveled up,
And found her peace at least.
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