I cannot write poetry. I mean, every so often I imagine I can, usually when it’s been months since my last attempt, but I cannot.

I. Can. Not.

It’s bad guys. Real bad.

But it’s been awhile. And I forgot. And the other day while in the shower I had an idea that made me giggle and…

Well…

I apologize for nothing.

An Ode to Jughead
by Ginny Lurcock

I’m in love with Jughead
But never intended to be
I’m in love with Jughead
It just happened, actually
I’m in love with Jughead
He’s so relaxed and carefree
I’m in love with Jughead
He’s fierce when needs to be
I’m in love with Jughead
Basically hopelessly
I’m in love with Jughead
Completly impractically
I’m in love with Jughead
Though it’s not meant to be
Because I’m in love with Jughead…
But he chooses burgers over me