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OH MY GOD I FOUND THE POEM
Went digging for some TFR fodder and oof, my drive did not disappoint.
A long, long, LONG time ago I mentioned a poem I'd written from the Professor's perspective about the Girls, dated 2003. 2003. Fourteen years ago.
It isn't good. But that's why this is a tfr post and not an actual, for real posted thing.
Filename is beautiful.txt, because in my youth I had no gift for subtlety.
they came with me once to a symposium
a gathering of men smarter
and greater
than i
and like any other
young, impressionable creatures
they prattled around
they sat
they were quiet
they laughed
they smiled
and i smiled back.
i found myself speaking
with someone who probably
thought
he was a great man
(but i knew better)
he asked me what they were made of
(twice he asked, and twice i answered)
he still didn't quite believe me
he did say it was amazing
that they could fly
and i smiled and said
"i know"
it was amazing
they could save the world
(at such an age!)
and i smiled and said
"i know"
it was amazing
"i know."
a shame, though, he said
and i didn't know
he said they act just like
normal
little
girls
(and that i knew)
and it was just a little
weird
wasn't it?
because they looked like
that. . .
and all i did was smile
(a little sadly, he didn't know)
and i said
"i know. . .
. . . aren't they beautiful?"
CRINGE. Dull, dry, maudlin. Certainly poetry at its worst.
If you subjected yourself to that, you deserve poetry at its best. (And an apology. I apologize.) Let me make amends by offering you a palate cleanser, one that I often look to as inspiration for the Professor's feelings towards his Girls.
A long, long, LONG time ago I mentioned a poem I'd written from the Professor's perspective about the Girls, dated 2003. 2003. Fourteen years ago.
It isn't good. But that's why this is a tfr post and not an actual, for real posted thing.
Filename is beautiful.txt, because in my youth I had no gift for subtlety.
they came with me once to a symposium
a gathering of men smarter
and greater
than i
and like any other
young, impressionable creatures
they prattled around
they sat
they were quiet
they laughed
they smiled
and i smiled back.
i found myself speaking
with someone who probably
thought
he was a great man
(but i knew better)
he asked me what they were made of
(twice he asked, and twice i answered)
he still didn't quite believe me
he did say it was amazing
that they could fly
and i smiled and said
"i know"
it was amazing
they could save the world
(at such an age!)
and i smiled and said
"i know"
it was amazing
"i know."
a shame, though, he said
and i didn't know
he said they act just like
normal
little
girls
(and that i knew)
and it was just a little
weird
wasn't it?
because they looked like
that. . .
and all i did was smile
(a little sadly, he didn't know)
and i said
"i know. . .
. . . aren't they beautiful?"
CRINGE. Dull, dry, maudlin. Certainly poetry at its worst.
If you subjected yourself to that, you deserve poetry at its best. (And an apology. I apologize.) Let me make amends by offering you a palate cleanser, one that I often look to as inspiration for the Professor's feelings towards his Girls.
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