For my birthday last year, my mother gave me (among other very nice things) a pair of pink camouflage Croc sandals. If you knew anything about me, you would know that this is wrong on so many levels. I kept them though, maybe because in the back of my mind I imagined that she'd drop by one day and want to see them, but also because who the hell would take a pair of pink camouflage Crocs off of my hands? The answer: my friend Nikki. I'm pretty sure she took them because I offered them with a straight face and she was too polite to call my bluff. She promised to find them a good home. Then I got this Haiku from her:
Camouflage my feet
Insulate me from the cold
They rock, these pink Crocs
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