Met my Clone on Tuesday Night
I met my clone on a Tuesday night
She yelped, “Your hair gave me such a fright!”
I replied, “Your wrinkles are a blight.”
Her teeth are more coffee yellow than white.
I doubted she was very bright.
We did not get along, and this is all right.
Her body was rotund, not any way slight.
Meeting her was not out of sight.
I wish I’d had a better Tuesday night.
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