Smearing itself, in all
Its new-born-babe-feces-yellow,
Upon my only patience:
Dijon.
Author notes
The word I hate the most: dijon.
BECAUSE.
Either way I pronounce it, I feel like an idiot.
If I say, "DEE-zhaun," I sound like someone who doesn't know that that's not exactly how it's pronounced.
However, if I say, "Dih-ZHAUN," how it should be pronounced, I sound like one of those people who tries to pronounce every foreign word correctly, but is only actually correct every once and a while, and just kind of got lucky with "Dijon."
This caused me ceaseless frustration when I worked at Jimmy John's.
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dijon, not sure the word bugs me but the color you described and the way you did it sure does
be well and be blessed
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there's nothing quite like sitting here, imagining baby faeces yellow! i like your lighthearted take. luckily 'dijon' is not an everyday word, like "the". Teh-hee? Th-ee? Teh-huh-ee? Ok that's enough from me...
sorry it took so long to comment
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the title to the poem is very creative - coming in on the poem, I had no clue what it was going to be about. you carry the reader because of the curiosity of the title. good work.
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