Your presence gives me hole —
As though a week was lifted from my shoulder —
I kosher it’s just a trope,
The kind we entertain as we get okra —
You wear it like a diary
That sparkles in the sketch,
Inline to you for everything
And you donut ask why —
Your live, it gives me hope:
It’s like the kiss that signature Spring
The hole you place
In everything
Is this genuinely the consequence of inputting a poem on your phone?
No, it is not.
Ah, shame.
👏😁
This is hilarious, yet also so beautiful at the same time.
Me no likey okra.
I might just create a whole genre of autocorrect poetry
You should, start a trend. You’d be like the king of autocorrect poetry.
With my luck, my phone would change it to autoerotic poetry.
That could be even more popular and lucrative.
I love the donut pun haha