Day Eight

Poem for Jayce

When you came out of the mold
The whimsical craft team in the aether giggled
And the people-construction team frowned.
"Wait a sec," one said to the other
scratching the back of their head.
"That doesn't seem right.
There's too much suave under those curly locks;
and the piercing level of those eyes
is way too high!
I thought we were just making
a normal, average guy?"
The second people-constructor looked at you
and then pointed at the bottom
"Well actually see there?
This one's meant for another
So we gatta be sure they fit together
and the other one likes fun
and suave, and piercing eyes."
So they shrug and construct then passed you down the line
and you arrived just in time
to be mine.