Black Label, Maker's Mark, Red Label.

This afternoon I composed a poem. I don't compose many, and I thought I would share this one with you. It's based on an inside joke with my girlfriend; perhaps you will find it humorous anyway.

O Shree

Shree, how did you
Become so Shreeful?
Shreefully, you consume
Salad.

Shree, where did you procure
the Shreeness of your
Face?
From whence forth such Shrealty
Cometh?

Shree!

How I long to Shree your
Shree in my Shree,
Shree.

Come with me, Shree,
I will guide you.
Compelled, am I, by
your
Shrealty.



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