her bouncy run and tickled fun, her gremlish punch and happy lunch, her evil smirk makes me berserk, her boo gosh falls ‘cause it’s a ****, I don’t know what this rhyme scheme is, but Emme is my favorite dish, I’ll eat her every meal and day, and don’t think in a weird way, she’s seriously so beautiful, so pull your pinky, Hootiful!
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This poem came to me in a dream. A very short angel flew down on silky wings and delivered this into my heart.