Love thing
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For sale: one knitting needle, a microwave chip maker, and a love
thing.  It started off small and spunky, but with nuturing it became
a wooly thing capable of moving mountains. Yep, withstanding
the sands of time, the whole schmeer. But my true love has gone,
so this love thing has become somewhat awkward. I loathed
the undertaking of the cruel eradication of the creature, since
it really meant no harm and truly is a fabulous beast. I tried
the usual, not feeding the thing and when that failed, the attempt
with bitter poison revisionist history. It remains despite my best
efforts, looking up at me with bright puppy-dog eyes thumping its
tail on the carpet. I wave it away though it wants to catch the
frisbee of my daydreams as it so often did. In the meantime, it's
taking up valuable closet space where I could put a granfalloon or
something. I guess I'll just wait for the poor thing to lumber off
on its own, though I find myself tossing it the occassional bad
poem as a consolation.