Teen Mortification

A senryu

By Mother CombsPublished 2 years ago • 1 min read

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Went to McDonald’s

The boy I liked was working

I dropped my sundae

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Come near, sit a spell, and listen to tales of old as I sit and rock by my fire. I'll serve you some cocoa and cookies as I tell you of the time long gone by when your Greats-greats once lived.

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Paul Stewart2 years ago
oooooh dear! at least it wan't a latte! love this!
Dharrsheena Raja Segarran2 years ago
Oh nooooo! Not the sundaeeee! Lol!
Cathy holmes2 years ago
Oops. That would be bad. Lol.

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