Like earthworm gumbo…

My former intern, who was recently hired as the magazine’s receptionist, wrote me a poem. He was worried I would be offended. I love it.

Before her morning coffee,
She’s a sight to behold–
red hair all a-tangled,
like earthworm gumbo.
But, later, when she’s settled,
A roguish look in her eye
Will keep her suitors guessing
And make her interns cry.

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2 responses to “Like earthworm gumbo…

  1. aww haha <3 thats actually super sweet

  2. aww haha <3 that’s actually super sweet

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