One Picture Is Worth Two Six-Line Stanzas in Iambic Pentameter
Carl, Edgar, Robert, and Oscar -- The Boys in Her Shadow
Upon a dark and dreary windswept night,
my evil shadow self, Edwina Hyde,
desiring hard to get a wee bit tight,
against my wishes took me for a ride,
till speeding through a changing yellow light,
she stopped at Starbucks on the wilder side.
Then ordered she a coffee large sans cream
to go with my small bagel toasted plain,
and in what seemed a dream within a dream,
we gorged on sin at each new Starbucks chain --
while locked inside a room my picture queer
lost pounds around its hips and thighs and rear . . .
Written by Jordan
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