The cook walk through the equipment room
Their footsteps scary
Everyone would sleep and be anxious
I love the fluffy thing
We would cook together
and even draw when no one was near
But a light flurry came
Everyone was delighted
Until it yielded a greatsword
It wore a swimming shorts
Everyone around hid their safety pin
The day came to an end
It was sticky and day
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AléatoireThis is a collection of poetry accompanied with an image, all created using forms of AI.
