Okay Julie,
I finished my punishment poem. The format smacks way too much of the stuff I used to write when I was a kid (ie the unicorn poem), but I am more concerned that you set the poem to be about you. Though it could hint at a small vein of megalmania, because of my natural affinity for you I can't help but reinforce it. ;)
A Shade of Brown
A septic sense I get from thee,
gazing in thine eyes of hickory.
Though years have woven lives entwined,
the wisdom gained does not divine
what spark doth set a love to live,
a life that only seems to give.
What gift could set my spirit free?
Just this wife who married me.
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