my favorite poem about me

by Lars Bonerack

Well,
It seems to me
Miss Tiffany
That Carson is soon to be
What you so long to see:

There's certainly more of him around.

See?
Mind his face
And biking pace.
Outlined and traced
He's taking up more space:

There's certainly more of him around.

To him
Nothings better
Than raw batter
Dishes all a clatter
For MORE OF THAT RAW BATTER!

Can't you see? Carson's getting fatter.
There's certainly more of him around.
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context: Tiffany wanted to see more of me around & Lars was feeling like an asshole.


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