Lord Gord Creighton-Ward: A Haiku
So last night at after twelve...
Me: tries to sleep
My brain: remember that one post about what Gordon and Penelope's names would've if they got married?
Also brain:
Lord Gord Creighton-Ward
So...
Alan: Dude, your name could be a poem.
Alan: That's literally the first line of a haiku.
Alan, dramatically:
Lord Gord Creighton-Ward,
Recipe for anarchy.
Good thing Penny loves him.
Virgil: That's six syllables, Alan. You need to change that last line.
Gordon, has only comprehended 'Penny loves him': No! Don't change it! It's perfect.
















