Poem: The Hero

The Hero

The guest list was uninspired
and the party was getting dull.
The conversation petered out,
falling into a silent lull.

But not for the hero.

He grabbed Doritos from the bowl
and held them up to his nipples.
He stood proudly and shouted out,
”Hey look, everyone, it’s chipples!”
An otherwise forgetful night
was thereby completely redeemed—
doomed to boredom and disaster
waiting for one to intervene...

If not for the hero.

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