My A in AP English was earned by personality, not by skill as a poet.

A collection of haikus, inspired by and dedicated to my former roommate. The only thing more embarrassing than me writing a collection of poetry to her is, well, the writing of said poetry.

Please note: I use the term 'haiku' lightly.
Also: I love nothing more than to play with formatting, punctuation, capitalization and other things that normal people find mundane. Judge away.

Generosity-
Your house made me feel like home.
I hate spiders too

Your name starts with L
Laura, Lana, Lisa?
Only time will tell.

You are very blonde.
Do you spell that with an e?
I am not a poet.

Folks, let it be known that I don't write poetry for just anyone. In fact, I haven't written a poem since the poetry unit in Mr Yogi's English class -- early 2004, I believe. This is how much I love this girl.

Our love story plays as such:
As we're driving down Plymouth on the way home from a girl date at the end of September, I tell Former Roommate the story about how I had moved four times between April and August, how I had worked for four days at Panera, and how I was now looking at moving home to try to find a job in Down(onourluck)river, MI. She looks at me from the driver seat of her 198something luxury sedan, smiles and says simply, why don't you live with me?

But Former Roommate, I asked, don't you live in a one-bedroom apartment?
Yes, what's your point? I think it'll be fun!, was her reply.

And so it was. She selflessly gave me half of her closet, half of the fridge and half of her bed (with mandatory, clothing-optional pillow fights every night, of course). She also charged me pennies for rent. This beautiful, blond(e), spider-hating girl saved me financially and socially.

So, Laura, thank you for everything. I hope Matt knows just what kind of girl he has!