March 3rd, 2005
While packing, I found poetry I'd written for an assignment I once had in Geometry. We were to use terms from our Geometry books to write a poem. Note the fondness I had for picking on a girl named Kim (a mutual friend of mine and some of my best friends). This paper is apparently a rough draft.
As I sit here in class, no point at all I use deductive reasoning and it has occured that to me, Kim, you are truly beautiful in all aspects, that is, for a turd.
Your eyes, big spheres of turd brown your hair, like mud, and oh how my vision blurred
Once in Geometry class, working hard I was approached by a creature strange beyond word and in the rays of the burning sun I noticed, quite frankly, that it was a turd.
Not straight up tall, just a circular region of lovely brown stuff, murky and dim and as I pondered why it was here it shook my hand and said, "Hi, I'm Kim."
And quite a radical turd she was to any degree a marvel of life And when her path intersected with Ivan's Ivan exclaimed, "My Wife!"
When a man loves a turd unconditionally it must be written in the stars above and as Ivan gently embraced the turd I smiled and said, "This is love." (a friend added these words to the end: "And it must be stopped.")