I have trouble with poetry. I have trouble understanding it. I have trouble writing it. Imagine my surprise when I found this when sifting through old, unpublished posts:
A poem written after eating edamame for two days running, and I do mean running.
Soy foods may be good for the heart,
Though the more I eat the more I fart,
I fart and fart til the room does reel
Glad I don't eat it with every meal!
Ummm. Really speaks for itself; doesn't it? Oh dear. I just realized what a sorry pun that is. It wasn't intentional. I promise to avoid poetry, punning and possibly soy from here on in.
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