Poetry...sort of

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When I think back over the events of last night, my mind comes to rest on the pleasant memory of a beautiful plate of colourful, sparkling cubes. A true delight to many of the senses. Delicate layers of bright hues, bursting with the tangy flavours that are mixed into a cosmopolitan seem like a pleasurable experience that is not to be missed.



and now:
a non-traditional haiku


No matter what one might say
jello shots
never a good idea


In the clear light of day, the shimmering mountain of a fun party favour comes more into focus and the realization that my memories may not be terribly accurate



It has been requested of me to attempt to spell what that blubbering mass might sound like.

blubbluuuhhhleleleleleblubuluuuuuuuhh