Monday, Apr. 07, 2008 - 2:30 p.m.

A lot of bad, silly poetry has been spontaneously running through my head today. First when I was gardening, there was this:

Garlic chives are [something]
garlic chives are good
garlic chives would kill me
if they thought they could.

And now, in the same meter, this:
Ramen makes me happy
Ramen makes me glad
Ramen makes me wiggle
Even when I'm sad.

Dear god, make it stop.

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