J is for the jar she grew me in.
Y is for the yellow of her eye-stalks,
G is for the green glow of her skin.
R is for the races that she’s conquered,
X is how her X-rays warm my hearts.
N means that she never needs new slime sacs,
P is how she prunes my extra parts.
O is how she orbits lesser homeworlds,
L is for her light-bombs which destroy.
Put them all together, they spell HJYGRXNPOL,
I’m proud to be her special little boy!
I LOVE this! Is this one of the poems from the darker side of Andy? This one is disconcerting, too, but you are so skillful, you make it "FEEL" heartwarming!
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