Here’s a new poem that just provided me a pleasant diversion. It’s a bit rough, but this is too ridiculous not to share:
Sharing is caring when you’re carrying Karen, who is carrying another Karen, who carries a Cairn.
The Karen who carries another Karen kerns.
The Karen who carries a Cairn keens.
The caring Karen is caring.
The uncaring Karen is cunning.
The rare Karen reaches behind her back to pull a sword with wings, with which to smite down the bare Karen.
The married Karen shared the air with the rare Karen.
The fair Karen beseeches, “I Love You”,
While the spare Karen retorts, “No way!”, and breaks the Cairn.
What can we make of this pairing?
The daring Karen then set down the Cairn, for repairing.
The wearing Karen took to swearing.
Then the keening Karen took to burying the Cairn.
The wayfaring Karen scored better with Erinne.
Take heart, however! As the rare ends from despairing Karen’s Cairn calm.
(palm to palm)…
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