Red Velvet Pancakes Make Me Cry

Hide and Seek

A/N: I don't know how funny this is. I suck at funny poetry (I'm a loser who gives up easily). I just made this poem uplifting instead.

P.S. BTW, HAVE I THANKED YOU FOR MAKING ME #120 ON HOT POETRY LIST?! (At this point, I know I've fallen to, like, #197, but considering I wasn't even on this list and didn't have any hopes of ever making the list.........<3.

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Dear Grandchild,

When I was young,

I loved to climb large, oak trees.

until a kid pushed me out of one,

and after four months in a cast,

my left arm's a little shorter than my right.

I splashed into rivers

with no clothes on,

but then one day, I got caught by a kid,

but that didn't stop me,

(much to the dismay of your great grandfather).

I screamed at that Backstreet Boys concert,

lost my voice with new friends,

who had the same obsession with Nick's hairflip,

after sneaking out my window, jumping two stories down

(as you expected) to the dismay of your great grandfather

(don't worry, it was totally worth it when Nick totally winked at me)

I loved to play hide and seek

with this one kid,

who caught me butt-naked in our town's lake,

who had the same smolder as Nick Carter,

who married me under the same large, oak tree that he pushed me out of.

To this day, I'm playing the same game with the same man:

we hide from our nightmares

and seek for the same light

From, Grandmere