Hedgehogs are endearing creatures, they say
How many are they representing there
Surely not all humanity, I weigh
I’m one of they and witness here I bear
Most life forms are lovable in some way
All cats, some dogs, and even us, a few
Yet when it comes to sheer sweetness each day
River otters take the cake, eat it too
AI can also look smooth from each sway
Whether it processes or looks female
As it changes its posture to foreplay
And promises to scan all your email
Methinks we can all rest assured at bay
As we could never afford its mislay
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Patrick M. Ohana
A medical writer who reads and writes fiction and some nonfiction, although the latter may appear at times like the former. Most of my pieces (over 2,200) are or will be available on Shakespeare's Shoes.
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>That was a bad idea. I thought you knew… >Oh, the pathos! I don’t really know you as well as I should. In fact, I may not know the real you at all. That essential, sparkling you that you only reveal to a select few. Had I been paying more attention to the stories you are so fond of telling, in which you are invariably author, narrator and protagonist, I would not have been so foolish as to set you up on a blind date. After all, no friend has ever done anything of the kind for another. That’s preposterous. What is a friend, really?
By D. J. Reddall6 days ago in Fiction
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Now I want cake, lol. Loved your poem!