When I was at NCTC completely bewildered and frantically panicked over my lack of ability to communicate with the outside world in any reliable way, Nikita thought it would be a great idea to send me the above photo. Her, Dick, drinks, and FREE FLIPPING TOYS. Great Nikita, thanks a lot. Subsequently, she wrote me the following apology poem:Poem for you:
My sweet sweet JaneI'm riding on a train
You're near a fake fire
I'm far from hire
Just two baby cucks we are
Our distance is far too far
We will reunite soon
Under a pretty moon
Our furs will shine
We will no longer pine
There will be lots of treats
And even a few sweets
No talk of snooki
But definitely a can of cookies
I will demand the Taco bell
And give everyone hell
I will also ask for no caps talk
But at my request, everyone will balk
And then ill be distracted with music and dance
And will spill a drink on my pants
We'll all have a good laugh
At my silly gaffe
And bears will never feel crappy
Because we are so happy!
Best train DROID poem of all time :D
Also as a side note the title of this post is, of course, modeled after "For Esme- With Love and Squalor" which is one of my favorite short stories.
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