I know of a poetess who became jealous of her poetry.
She would say "If only I can get a share of the compliments in my art to myself, then I will step out with more confidence".
People would say, 'I love the imagery in your works" and in telepathy I will read her ongoings and She will say why can't y'all notice my dimples and compliment me on that.but what slips out of her parted lips will be Awwwn thanks.
I would say, good evening dear, good evening poetess and in her Pandora box of a mind. She would say boring boy, "he dosen't ever seem to go past that bland endearment". Next time she rendered poetry" I said nice piece Sugar dunmpling. It's your beauty for me and not the piece . She masked a frown. But I could hear kangaroos hop in her mind