POP

We think your poem is ill.

We caught it in the backyard puking behind the chrysanthe-
mums.

It ran off at the sight of us.

We think it’s been stealing our vinegar.

Our two fire extinguishers are missing.

Last week, we saw it at the superstore with a cart full of
radishes.

We think it’s on a juice cleanse.

We threw the book1 at it.

It swore until it ran out of breath and fainted.