Get Well Soon!

Um poema para a minha amiga doente, cujo nome é Monet

Monet,
who is not feeling well today.
Porquê?

Her internal temp is hotter
than tomorrow's external tempo.

Though one would never know,
because even though she's doente,
she's still très beaux
(she'd even tell you so).

If you want broth with no noodles,
no pollo, just oodles
of bouillon-based, bio-veg scruples,

if so, I'd be happy to stop by,
or bring chai.
I'm just that kinda guy.

Okay, tchau.