I did a photoshoot, but I was not very good at looking forlorn. So I thought I would try and write about it, so maybe I could feel forlorn.
But I failed.
So now I feel more forlorn.
Wait… it worked! Happy days! Oh. Fail. Forlorn… wait… it worked!
An old hot dog filled with ash
A typewriter weighing more than my face
Lost keys and cold wind
A big red umbrella with matching striped swimsuits, a bucket, spade, and noseplugs
I, however, am the only thing here without style
Except for maybe that can of spaghetti and cheese
Oh, so forlorn
– Scott Sandwich