A Forced Haiku

Roses are red 

Violets are blue

I will never be as perfect as you

Roses are red

Violets are blue

Gosh I wish I could be like you

 With your sky blue eyes 

perfect thighs 

Traveling

Fishing

Crafting

Television

Bird Watching

Collecting

Music

It takes the anger and everapates it

Till it 

Drips 

Drips

Drips

         Jeanne’s parents stood perfectly still as though they were stone pillars. They felt like they had been standing for years; their limbs were sinking into the ground.