Frog Tails continuingDinner had been nice, after both of the twins had gotten acquainted with the whole family and Lee made an unexpected friend in Cecil. I was still irritatingly jealous that Cecil had been the one to find out that Lee was a budding pianist, but it was nothing crippling. After dinner, Mrs. Bernoulli had offered to give the twins French lessons in the afternoons, so that left me free for my date Wednesday. Today.Which was why I was standing in front of the mirror, holding a comb and making bizarre faces at myself. Whenever I got really nervous, I couldn't feel any of my limbs, or even my torso, but I was hyper-aware of every muscle in my face. That would have been okay if they weren't also completely out of my control. Most of the time I was fine as soon as I was actually in the situation I was nervous about, but "most of the time" was not quite often enough to keep me from getting nervous in the first place.I loose
Cynical?Most forms of poetry did arise with a purpose, and I would assume that haiku's is inevitably tied to its culture. As far as form goes, though, you can really trash a poetic style's purpose and still fit the form/rules. It's like a weird form of cynicism.To the averageTeenage boy of discerningTaste and good breedingGentle breezes areNot as interesting asA pinup posterSee what I mean?
Go Go Get Over ItI may not stroll on catwalksBut I am a model of practical forgettingPutting in a drawer the pictures of youThat I never drew or tookSo very careful not to dwellOn what anyone could meanThe door is locked and barredA pointless fortress with no visitorsIt's too hardThere's not a chanceBeen thereDone thatBut I still notice when you wear aRed T-shirtIt isn't youAnd sure as hellIt's not meIn this scenario of ifs and butsSomething's gotta giveBut it just doesn't takeI'm not waiting for youTo take off that stupid red shirtHeaven knows I wish I wanted someone to