Bob

This is Bob.

Hi Bob.

These are the remains of the vase Bob broke.

RIP vase.

Below is the poem I wrote to explain the tragedy of the broken blue vase.

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The Demise of the Blue Vase

or

It's All Bob's Fault

'Twas late upon the hour, a cool and dark spring night

When the Sitter and her sisters, alarmed, jumped up in fright!

A "CRASH!" resounded through the house, so loud and so suspicious

That they thought, "Intruders! Interlopers! Or possibly the dishes!"

A-thundering down the stairs they came, and saw Bob in disgrace - 

Upon the mantle he had jumped, and there upset the vase!

"Rapscallion! What a mess!" They cried, and Bob looked up, abashed.

As they searched for a vacuum, he opportunely dashed.

The vase was such a beauty, suffering such a tragic end,

And therefore our condolences we most sincerely send.

The end.

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(If I were them, I would forgive me.)

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Update: Mrs. Employer texted me yesterday: "BTW, I loved the poem!" Phew.