Wow, I’m really impressed with your poem-a-day diligence, Jim. Here’s my offering, a little lunchtime poeme-en-prose:
A pigeon grabs a French fry and shakes it so hard it flies out of his mouth. The pigeon stares at it lying on the ground. He takes a step forward, shakes his head quickly and stares at it some more.
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