Mushy Stuff

It’s not that I hate you,
I just don’t really like you.

However,
if there were anyone I could love
other than myself
you would be a close second
to the squirrel.

Now that the mushy stuff
is out of the way,
how about we discuss
something slightly more important.

Where’s my fish?

© Autumn and Emilita Siders 2017

 

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