Sad carrot returns in a Dr. Seuss parody.
He makes us buy them.
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Bad poems and cake... the story of my life. The text on the note reads: "Violets are violet Limes they are lime I failed at drawing So you get a rhyme ...and cake... because it's tasty...?" 
I didn't actually put any real cake in his lunch, just sad carrots.
Alas, our geek-filled alphabet has come to its conclusion. I hope you all enjoyed the wild ride of the past 26 days! This note was inspired by some behind-the-scenes research I did for "U" and "V." I was trying to find a good rhyme or slant rhyme for "ferret," and decided to consult an online rhyming dictionary. It gave me "carrot," "parrot," and "squirrel" as possible rhymes. Seriously. Squirrel. I did not type in "things that kind of look like a ferret if the light is dim and you cross your eyes." I was so taken aback by their suggestion, I decided to write this poem to express my feelings on the matter. 
Seriously? "Squirrel"?
And now for a heavy dose of sugar-coated Hallmark ![A rose is fair / a cake is fine / but what I love best / is that you are mine! [rose < cake < you]](/uploads/2/5/0/1/25013152/2422365_orig.jpg)
Unless it is really chocolatey cake, but otherwise I love you best.
D&D continued: I was playing a peace-loving warforged, on a quest to find its true name. Unfortunately, our party's Githyanki had an "attack first, maybe ask questions later if she is still bored" approach to diplomacy. It certainly kept things interesting. Also, explosive runes seems to be a Githyanki racial trait in our game. 
Did I mention we were fighting baby tarrasques?
Inspired by "The Adventures of Lolo," a classic puzzle game from 1989. ![Leapers are green / Lolo is blue / You are so cuddly / Can I sleep on you? [Lolo running, Leaper hopping after him]](/uploads/2/5/0/1/25013152/4716927_orig.jpg)
This is the story of our relationship.
A little haiku about beds and how wonderful they are. 
The air is so cold / But the blankets are toasty / I refuse to move.
It's kind of romantic-like, I guess. Because these notes are being posted from our archived backlog, there is no telling whether the subject matter will sync up nicely with any holidays or events in the present (remember the awful puns that ran all through Christmas?). All things considered, this isn't a bad one to go up for Valentine's. 
I tried to write a clever tag, I tried to write a caption...
So, this is a bonus note because it is slightly scandalous. *shock* ::gasp:: faint It only makes sense when sung to the tune of this song by Sean Cullen. (I apologize for spelling "wheay" incorrectly in the note.)  blah blah innuendo about zero-gravity pork chops blah blah |
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