I'm a triolet

If they told you I'm mad, then they lied. I'm odd, but it isn't compulsive. I'm the triolet, bursting with pride; If they told you I'm mad, then they lied. No, it isn't obsessive. Now hide All the spoons or I might get convulsive. If they told you I'm mad then they lied. I'm odd, but it isn't compulsive. What Poetry Form Are You?

Although clerihew sounds a lot like me sometimes too.

I, as a clerihew, Tend to be merry; too Merry, it might, perhaps, by some, be claimed; But I'm sure that these people are wrong, and need to be grievously maimed. What Poetry Form Are You?

As a Gemini, I can be both, because I said so.


Eddie's graduation party was cool, as expected. Now, though, I'm tired, so I'm gonna go to bed. I'll chit chat with everyone tomorrow, hopefully.