She told me to put away my book, and as I had nothing else to do, I decided to perfect my rhyming skills. Here is the horrifically uncreative result:
Wishing you'd just shut up
Wishing you'd fall mute
Wishing a bird would fly in the window
And crap upon your suit
Wishing that you'd realize
We're not as stupid as we look
Shut your mouth, stop talking
And just let me read my book
Thank you. I know I'm brilliant. Yeah, poems like this are why I gave up on writing poetry.
It's unfortunate that you don't write poems. Your other internship toolkit one was excellent.
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