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Hello, due to creative exhaustion I have invited three parallel versions of myself from different parallel universes to entertain you with poems tonight.  Please enjoy…

Dave-2:
The leaf drops slowly in the rain,
Settles atop a fern’s broad frond,
But here alas it cannot stay,
A gust of the wind blows it on,
Into a stream that rolls along.

Dave-3:
Plunging to a fern,
The wind will not let it rest,
A wet home awaits.

Dave-4:
There once was a leave that fell down,
Could not make it safe to the ground,
Got stuck on a fern,
The wind, it did turn,
Then in a small creek it was drowned.

-Hey, that was kind of fun.
-Yeah, but I’m surprised Dave-1 talked us into this.
-Surprised?  Why would you be surprised?
-We’re all poets here.
-I know, but, you know….a limerick?
-Yeah?
-Well come on, they’re like the greasy cheeseburger of the poetry world.
-Greasy cheese—oh, like haiku is better?
-They’re pretentious eastern crap, is what they are.
-Oh please, anybody can do meter and rhyme, but brevity—
-Is what failures claim when they can’t rhyme.
- all you want, I’m a better poet than me!
-Wait, you-me, me-me, or he-me?
-He-me?
-I don't know.  'Ye-me?'
-That’s not how you use ‘ye.’
-Shut up, I have an English degree!
-So de we-me! And you should’ve said ‘thee-me.’
-‘Thee-me?’
-Oui!
-Stop trying to distract with word games.  I hate it when I do that!
-Fine!  Fact remains, I’m a better poet than either of me.
-Please, with a Haiku like that you’re no better than a free-verser!
-Oh crap…
-What did you just call me?
-I called me a free-verser.  What’s me gonna do about it?
-I’ll kill me, you son-of-a-b!tch!

(Sound of fighting)

Uhm, sorry folks, this was a mistake— (Sound of breaking glass)…and shouldn’t have been attempted.  Good night.

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