text ❁ plant a garden for edgar allan; grow a poetry

[roseblooms]

Kit Fawkes shared a photo. 7/4 near Peach Beach

I think that there is no one in this town Who'd say that they demurred or disagreed That all our lives got flipped, turned upside-down By, quote, "the last app we will ever need". We'd not installed the app; it simply came We didn't ask for this; we didn't plan it Yet it was how we first beheld the name Of perfect, flawless, fair, unrivaled Janet Oh, Janet, with your wisdom, take us far And thrill us with your social mastery ('Cause let's be real here, Retrospec's HR Seems way more competent than R&D) Although, for bingo, poorly does this bode - For I just wrote a sonnet, not an ode.

Comments

[anguinous]

Perhaps we might write more accurate dedications, then? I feel I cannot do her justice, without knowing her heart better. Does she like flowers, or music? Is she more inclined to sports, or reading?

[roseblooms]

Unfortunately, we may never know. Though I hear Mr. Halloway has a wedding registry up somewhere; if Janet turns out to be his heart's desire, perhaps there's something to be learned about her from that registry.

[anguinous]

Unless it is more tragic than that, and he marries another while still holding affection for her.

[ Laurent can always imagine a worse scenario, it's a talent. ]

[roseblooms]

I think I've heard of a Maurice in Retrospec somewhere.

Perhaps we ought to see what initials Jim's monogrammed towels are emblazoned with.