2006-11-16
Original: 2006-11-16 on Saturday Morning Breakfast Cereal
Transcript
A man with brown hair, wearing a red shirt, stands outside a house at night calling up toward a window. A blonde woman leans out of the lit upper window.
Woman (from window): GET THE F*** OFF MY LAWN!
Man: BUT WHAT ABOUT THE LOVE WE HAD? WHAT ABOUT THE BEAUTIFUL POEMS YOU WROTE ME?
Woman (from window): ROSES ARE RED / VIOLETS ARE BLUE / GET THE F*** OFF MY LAWN!
Votey:
A woman's face in profile, smiling smugly and looking pleased with herself.
Woman: Perfect meter!
Woman (from window): GET THE F*** OFF MY LAWN!
Man: BUT WHAT ABOUT THE LOVE WE HAD? WHAT ABOUT THE BEAUTIFUL POEMS YOU WROTE ME?
Woman (from window): ROSES ARE RED / VIOLETS ARE BLUE / GET THE F*** OFF MY LAWN!
Votey:
A woman's face in profile, smiling smugly and looking pleased with herself.
Woman: Perfect meter!
Alt text
A man with brown hair in a red shirt stands on a lawn at night, hands cupped to his mouth, calling up to a blonde woman who leans out of a lit upper window of a house. She shouts down: 'GET THE F*** OFF MY LAWN!' He pleads: 'BUT WHAT ABOUT THE LOVE WE HAD? WHAT ABOUT THE BEAUTIFUL POEMS YOU WROTE ME?' She responds with a poem: 'ROSES ARE RED / VIOLETS ARE BLUE / GET THE F*** OFF MY LAWN!' Votey: a close-up of the woman's smug, self-satisfied face as she remarks, 'Perfect meter!', proud of how well her brush-off scans as verse.
Transcribed by Claude Opus 4.8.