Dear Neighbor

I am very flattered that you took the time to write me a poem. I’ve already put it to good use. It is now serving to catch parrot droppings under their perch.

In fact I’m so flattered that I decided to write you one in return:

 Roses are red
Violets are blue
I hope you trip on a turtle
and die.

Note I didn’t say tortoise, because I wouldn’t want him to have to suffer having any further physical contact with your repulsiveness. Hopefully an obliging turtle will make an appearance. Maybe you’ll even find one in your apartment soon. Maybe even ten or more of them.

Probably getting paid more than you do,

The End

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