And here, along the same lines, but destined for the ‘silly verse for grownups file’ is the

Poetry Challenge she set where she requires one line to be repeated at least once. I’m sorry Sammi, but that messes up my rhythm a bit.

What a sad epiphany

When one ponders

What may be

A random point

In space and time

Resulted in primeval slime

And then my mother’s

Night of joy

Resulted in a baby boy

A baby boy

She would conclude

Entirely lacking fortitude

So here I am

It’s only me

What a sad epiphany