A thing about being a poet is that sometimes you do things. Things like a 100 Haiku challenge, or decide to write in 6 word lines, or decide that someday you would like to write a pop song, but not the music, just the lyrics. Also, I completely missed any inheritance conversations this time because I got fully immersed in the story of Vincent being Immortal Vincent van Gogh and well yeah.
Some lines that I think I will like
The Foam Gun!
This the new flubber (see how I borked grammar for 5 syllables? ug.)
The marbles dribble out (6. useless.)
Because Vincent is van Gogh
More comedy without camoflage
Locked and loaded Chekov's guns
"Can't spell Blart without Art"
Brain Damage for the bird scene
