I'm at the library. I'm at the front desk with nothing to do, I mean, except when people need my help, which is like... all the time. Or no, maybe only 80 percent of the time?
So we'll play a game.
I spy with my little eye a...
A man with one eye!
Oh my, he's coming by!
No lie. This guy I spy with one eye is nigh!
"Hi." tries the guy with one eye.
"HI!" I reply to the guy. I don't pry. I'm shy.
I look at a fly. I look at the sky
He wants some scratch paper.
Wait, what does that have to do with anything?
Plus it doesn't even rhyme.
I give him some scratch paper.
He seems happy even though he ruined my blogpost and is missing an organ.