41: A poem, some feel-good soundtrack music, bro's jealous of my eyeballs
👆*Wholesomely dunks music in a rainbow and coats it in sugar sprinkles and sunshine* 👆
https://youtu.be/Y5iqj3S26LI
https://youtu.be/Xshg2UQYrpU
https://youtu.be/jqgqgtz5uUc
https://youtu.be/MJ7MlsICLw8
Maybe I should read this and post a link later. XD!
The Night Before Tomorrow
'Twas the night before tomorrow, when, as was her habit
Kat had finally finished playing with her little gray rabbit.
The quilts were carefully hung outside in the air
In the hopes that random birds soon would nest there.
Recently, instead of simply just going to sleep
Kat would mentally deconstruct patterns made from the wool of the sheep.
At two A.M. she would lie wide awake in her bed
While visions of advanced knitting patterns danced in her head.
With intricately twisted cables, and fancy Fair Isle
She had secretly been plotting on doing these things for a while.
Now was her chance, (she'd teach!) while to it her mother was new
There were all these amazing techniques that she had yet to get to.
Unbeknownst to her mother, who only saw Kat vanish,
She knew not how her daughter would quietly panic
Whenever the girl realized that she'd never live long enough
To ever possibly survive to make all of her stuff.
Sitting silently in her closet with two sticks and some string
Eating dry cereal for energy, her hands she would wring.
Passing soft yarn over her needles, she'd sit and she'd knit
Because that was the only place in her room where she could actually fit.
Upon remembering that she still had some quilting to get to
Kat's head flurried in a bit of a to-do.
What a conundrum! Oh, what a tizzy!
Kat had so many projects she wanted to make that she was practically dizzy.
Up Kat jumped, with a leap and a bound
Even though her legs were kind of short, like a little dachshund.
When up in her stash there arose such a clatter
That her entire family rose up from the couch to see what was the matter.
There Kat lay on the floor, in a sort of a daze
Surrounded by heaps of fabric in blues, reds, and grays.
"Are you alright?" Her family did ask,
Worried that she might have been killed by so difficult a task.
"I'm okay!" Said she, propping herself up with a sigh
"Though there was a moment when I thought that I would most certainly die."
"Now, wouldn't that be a shame." Her brother did mutter
While father stole an awkward look at her mother's great clutter.
"And don't forget your cross stitching!" Father said with a grin
While Kat gave him such a glare that would surely do him in.
"I'm working on it, please stop being a jerk!"
She aggressively exclaimed, while tearing off his nice shirt.
She ran to her cutting table before her father could protest
First sweeping off of it her mother's unholy, unchecked mess.
"Oh, what a joy, I was looking for just this kind of color!"
Kat whooped for joy, whipping out her trusty Olfa rotary cutter.
She sliced a mean strip across the fabric's straight grain
While her father sobbed wretchedly. "Dear, not this again!"
"It serves you right for messing with us creative types." Kat sniped,
Passing her hand lovingly over the blues and the whites.
"With all of the projects in my head that I have diabolically planned,
Surely my own sad mortal life will never cease to end!"
Kat triumphantly roared into the room with a scary sort of a cackle,
While in her mysterious blue eyes a terrifying fire did crackle.
She sprang to her sewing machine in a blind sort of a panic
Then she quickly became buried under mountainous piles of fabric.
All of the family did heard her exclaim, as she disappeared out of sight
"I'll never be able to make this all!" As she sewed through the night.
The two sibs that live in this household be like:
Nobody:
My bro, sitting on our parents' bed with my rabbit because we were chilling together for a change: *Randomly taking oodles of pictures of my eyeballs because he thinks they look pretty*
Me: *Getting my eyeballs burned with the flash*
My bro: *Admiring the pictures* Seriously, your eyes are so beautiful! How come I've never noticed this before?!! They're, like, blue and silver on the outside, and then they're really nice shades of green and stuff around your pupils. They look like miniature galaxies!!! LOOK AT ALL OF THE PATTERNS!!! *Waves his phone under my nose, showing me* SO MANY COLORS!!!
Me: *Blushes*
Me: Ohh! I'll take pictures of yours, too!
Bro: Okay!
-Two minutes later-
Bro:
Me:
Bro:
Me: Well..
Me: ...........................................
Me: Well, they look like, uh..
Bro:
Me:
Bro: *Sniffles*
Me: Forgive the rude American-style turn of phrase, but they kind of look like, um..
Me: ..Poop.
Bro: *Loud sob* I KNOOOWWW!!! I REALIZE THAT NOW!!! *Le cri*
Killow: ..But what about Fugi-Dove?
Ultra Violet: Don't worry about him.
Ultra Violet: I once watched him fall down 5 flights of stairs, stand up, and keep eating his hotdog like nothing happened.
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