The second assignment given was to write a poem that is completely a lie.

BLUE WHALE

Gilbert lives in the stream behind our apartment.
We tried to fit him in the bathtub but,
of course, he looked ridiculous.
We found him in the ocean last summer.
He has cool glass skin that shimmers
under water as he glides.
He's grown a couple meters both ways,
he was only a calf when we first met him.
We first fed him peanut butter but now
we just feed him chocolate and tea.
Katie sings him lullabies when
he has nightmares about sharks.
It happens a lot.
But when we go home, he'll go home.
You see, I have a stream behind my house too.

Love from Pullman,

The Blonde and The Bullshit