“To me, poetry means rocks,” Maud said.
“Rocks?” Floral's face fell.
“Yes. With my poetry, I express rocks.”
“No no no. Real poetry is about sunshine and flowers and happiness.” Floral shook her head. “Are you sure don't mean that instead?”
“No, I mean rocks.” Maud pointed at a rock. “I've already written hundreds of poems about rocks.”
Floral Spectrum gasped. “Such sacrilege! I might be desperate for students but I'm not going to take some freaky rock fetishist. I'm sorry, but even I have my standards. You'll have to study elsewhere.”
Drat.
BWA HA HA HA
Lool my Maud got rejected for having a rock fettish hahaha
some how i knew my first ending would have to do with rocks
I've applied for all the minor courses and still haven't gotten in. I hate college. And I hate Suri!
Wow what a bitch.