Day 2- Who was the last person you texted? Write a five line poem to that person.
I last texted nativepeopleproblems about our OCs, her Ilan and my Augustus. Please construe this sonnet as straight up comedy rather than the absurd, timecrunched failure that it is! uwu
You like sad stories, and I like them too
Our characters are absolutely sweet
My sad nice queer who ever will be true,
Your fop whose mindset and wardrobe are neat!
Sonnets are my default, I’ll have you know
and it’s eleven fucking thirty six
PM, I mean, so I must not be slow
These nonsense rhymes are far too rushed to fix.
Gosh dang, only Ilan could fit his name
Within the confines of these five iambs
(For this atrocious poem I’m to blame)
Ah, my creation… doesn’t rhyme with lambs?
Just, wake up soon and write with me some more
There’s so much pain our OCs can endure