It’s Rebecca Watson’s birthday in a couple of weeks, and there’s a competition going to show her some love. I imagine it’ll be won by someone with some actual creative artistic talent, but one of the options was to write some poetry, and you know how I love me some haiku.
Tremble, believers!
‘Cause when Rebecca’s in town,
The woo better run.
She may look lovely,
But diss unicorns and feel
Her Skepchickal wrath.
The hottest body
On the SGU podcast.
(Except maybe Jay.)
I’m no poet, but
I just wrote her four haikus.
That’s how hard she rocks.
(October 18th
Is my dad’s birthday too. True,
Though not poetic.)
[Edited because I’m an idiot and had the wrong number of syllables on the brain when I wrote these last night.]
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