On Wednesdays we only text in haiku.
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we don't drink skim milk
that's why it keeps going bad
please stop buying it
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no offense, dear, but
dairy gives you gas, so I
made it less tempting
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no offense, dear, but
in the galaxy of us
you're the gas giant
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no fair — you know how that
astronaut talk gets me hot
under the helmet
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cool your jets space case
no chance of a moon landing
after that gas crack
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let's negotiate
over milkshakes at lunch time
and maybe squeeze in a quickie
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you can't math or count
syllables all that well
but you're on; let's do it
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Nicholas De Marino is a neurodivergent writer of fiction, non-fiction, not fiction, un-fiction, and semi-fiction. He founded 5enses, published the first six years, and is a columnist at foofaraw. He has several writing credits, degrees, and accolades that have nothing to do with cats. Read more at nicholasdemarino.com.
This cracked me up. So gross, but perfectly realistic! Excellent execution.
Excellent found text.
The fart wants what the fart wants
as well as the heart.