Dear Erin…

Your dedication to Mid-Day Marg does not go unnoticed, though it’s sometimes overshadowed by the working ladies who praise me on my genius blogging skills through gchat and Twitter. But I know you have me marked as a fav on your toolbar and you are one of only 2 email subscribers (thanks also to the rando girl who gets my email notifications). You’ve also contributed a quility unicorn painting to the blog. So for this, I have written you a sonnet (I looked up sonnet structure – it’s legit).

………………………………………….

Dangly earrings and curly hair
are staples of this biddie.
A better friend is truly rare
in any town or city.

……………………………………………..

I found her once on the bathroom floor
sleeping like a baby.
Her feet pushed up against the door,
that half-way naked lady.

………………………………………………..

Sometimes she’s wild, but I like her that way
when we dance in grimy bars.
I wish we could hang out today,
but she lives a little too fars.

………………………………………………..

That’s Erin Christine,
the dancing queen.

- This is my friend, Erin -

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One thought on “Dear Erin…

  1. Pingback: Five days as a ‘glutard’ « Mid-day Margarita

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