Challenge
Write a love poem with a twist.
Ode For A Disaster
O spilt milk,poor forgotten cliche
spreading across the floor
all fuming
angry at your owner,
who shed no tears for you
why become foul and spoiled?
truly yours is
an understandable dilemma
from a cabinet of many shards
that was not the first glass to break
but I am spongy soaking
meet me and be relieved
I will suffer through disasters
you will not be left on linoleum
I am spongy soaking
yellow and green is here to stay.
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