After listening to me complain about this week’s San Diego Momma freewrite assignment…

“How can anyone copy that poem? There’s nowhere to go but down.” (Can you hear the whine?)…

Min took matters into his own hands. This is his submission:

This is just to say

I have sold

The icebox

That was in

The kitchen

And which

You were probably

Looking forward to

For cold KFC

Forgive me

But your diabetes was concerning

And seeing you in that Speedo

Was simply too much.