#lettuce
The thoughts don't really go away,
They fly high, fast paced as usual.
My dear pen is still loyal, although lonelier,
I hear its sweet whispers, feigning to ignore them.
I am perhaps, the unfaithful one here,
Scared of the words, it might translate.
The clouds have been pouring for a little while,
I sit quietly by the window, covered in raindrops,
A comforting idea,
"Told you we didn't need to clean them"
Clever as ever, me is.
This is a lucky day for the tiny snails,
I witness a flock in my gardens,
Feasting generously on the lettuces.
I wonder what's on their mind, what they think,
Dancing in the rain, munching their favourite,
Do they feel happiness, are they content?
For a tiny moment, at least I seem to be,
As mis ojitos delicately wander back,
Towards my patient pen, yearning for reunion.
Jan 24
Jan 24, 2026 at 5:13 AM UTC
mumbo giant jumbo,
combo pixel elixir,
rapid, vapid transit,
commute transmute,
****** deduce,
induce, profuse, refuse!
brain yowling, mewling,
scriven screwy, skewy,
left brain currently illogical,
right brain under left wing
tautological, combinatorial.
said thrice, devolved developed
case of purple thrush, thank god,
they're calling me to
to a lovely dinner
of word salad
and Lettuce Lady's
green goddess pasta
basta!=08
Jul 30, 2025
Jul 30, 2025 at 6:02 PM UTC