WOMEN'S | FAUX FUR ROBES
I decided I want to write poetry. So here's my stab in the dark at doing just that.
Robes. Robes. So many robes. Not one, two, or three. But more than that. See it wrap around a queen. A clean queen. A clean queen with sheen. A clean sheen queen that's obscene. An obscene clean sheen queen. Do you know what I mean, Irene? Don't be green. With envy. Be friendy henny. And we can go get coffee at Denny's. In our robes. Three, two, one not. Robes many so. Robes. Robes.
See what I did there? I took the beginning of the poem and I reversed it at the end. Clever, right? Yeah, I know.
And you wanna know the best part of the whole "poem writing experience?" I did it while I was wearing my SpiritHoods Rose Quartz Wolf faux fur robe. True story. And I'm a queen. So there's also that part. And I'm--never mind. I was gonna say clean, but that's not true. (As I side eye the pile of clean laundry that's been piled on my chair for a week).