I think that I shall never see/Mighty Ducks 2 as lovely as a tree

In my dream last night, someone was flirting with me by sending me smart ass word game poems, so I decided to respond in kind by writing this flippant yet scathing little haiku about how Emilio Estevez was born in Oklahoma. Because everyone knows that nothing says oooh burn but also you’re cute like telling off Emilio Estevez in a haiku. What? I know. Anyway, it took me the entire dream to get both my message and my meter right, and I woke up right as I nailed it. Then I spent all of my shower counting out the syllables in Emilio Estevez’s name on my fingers, trying to remember the exact delivery. Just for future reference. Guys eat that shit up.