She told me to write a sestina.
I looked at her with my eyes wide open
“a sestina?” I asked.
“Surely you mean Siesta,” I told her.
She growled from her umbilicus,
and the growl went all the way up to her eyes.
‘Child’, she said; “you cannot be in this class
if you cannot write sestina!” she proclaimed
So, I went to the front of the class, and taking a chalk,
I wrote on the board,
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