"I already know how this'll play out. I'll get a bloody nose and you'll still be an idiot!" -Petra
"Is life not a thousand times too short for us to bore ourselves?" -Frederick Nietzsche
"Pizza palace oh so dreary, while I pondered weak and weary, who will save me from this bore? Only Petra, nothing more." -Joel
"I don't just jump to conclusions, I jetpack into them at high velocity." -Petra
You text to Jai: Sing my praises. In iambic pentameter, if you please.
You receive a text from Jai: Are you looking for a rhyme scheme here too? If so I warn you it will be rudimentary at best...
You text to Jai: I will allow you to forgo rhyming just this once. I am a forgiving god.
You receive a text from Jai: Oh Petra, swift of mind and fleet of foot
You receive a text from Jai: With voice that none who hear can e'er forget
You receive a text from Jai: Whose beauty shames the very stars above
You receive a text from Jai: And also any that might be below
You receive a text from Jai: With wrath that shakes the trees and darks the skies
You receive a text from Jai: Yet even so a kind forgiving god
You receive a text from Jai: Whose laugh or smile lights the grey-toned land
You receive a text from Jai: And fills it with the joy of colour's glow
You receive a text from Jai: She who creates from nothing, scrumptiousness
You receive a text from Jai: And shares it freely with her supplicants
You receive a text from Jai: She who keeps secrets tight against her breast
You receive a text from Jai: She who the weirdest thought train can follow
You receive a text from Jai: Imperatrix, I sing these praises true
You receive a text from Jai: As clearly as my mortal mind allows
You receive a text from Jai: And if my mean attempts do not suffice,
You receive a text from Jai: Well, sorry about that, I'm not really a very good poet.
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