Sometimes folks ask me if Shawn is /always/ like this. Or if he writes me poetry. The answer is yes, and yes. And I'm dusting off this gem from the 2020 grocery madhouse, texted to me over the course of two. You have to read to the end to UNDERSTAND my life. 🤭🖤
Honey Tongue, a fable of Ilrien. Once was a cockerel, fair of feather and fine, who lived outside the walls of the palace. A wild cockerel, you see. Throughout the days he would listen to the sounds of raucous parties on the other side of the wall, smell the food and the merriment upon the air.