I haven’t seen Snow White in days and it feels as if I am going mad. I heard the stationery say that this was a holiday weekend and everyone would only be back at 3 in another 4 days time. They seemed to be ecstatic especially Idiota Schmidiota. He claimed that owner had been overworking him for the past week, stapling this and that and then using his behind to remove other staples. According to Idiota, he couldn’t stand removing staples from other staplers. It was against his work ethics and he found it unhygienic. As the crazed stapler went on and on about how he was violated…my thoughts went adrift again.
How could this be? I already miss Snow White and now, I have to wait forever to see and hear her again.
In utter disbelief and disappointment, I came up with a poem for Snow White, which I will dedicate in tribute to her until I see her back at 3…
Forbidden is my love for you
Though my feelings are deep and strong
You and I we belong to another
So being here without you is nothing but wrong.
You have such a hold over me
Your power – it rushes through my fins
I’m addicted to you – just like to fish food
And this feeling is why I remain alive.
Life would be so less bearable
If I could not feel you here
So, for this reason, my Snow
My love for you will grow and grow.
Bluey is a poetic perve.
Sweet….
urbanely says : I absolutely agree with this !