Lyric Poem · Funny

Get Well Soon (Selfish Reasons)

by The QuillOak Editors

Get better soon — for your sake, yes,

but mainly, friend, for mine:

the group chat has gone quiet

and lunch is a flat line.

So rest up, sip your fluids,

binge shows, and heal real fast —

the role of "my best audience"

is one I can't recast.

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Poem: Get Well Soon (Selfish Reasons)
Poet: The QuillOak Editors
Length: 8 lines
Form: Lyric Poem, Rhyming Poems
Themes: Funny, Friendship

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Shape: 8 lines · 2 quatrains
Line length: Lines run 6-8 syllables (median 7). No single length dominates, which is normal once elision and contraction are in play.

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