Poem fractal

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0.030 apart. A smaller distance means the lines are built more alike.

This number is read from the build of the lines. The bright edge is that number, carried outward until the pattern repeats.

Pinkle Purr

by A. A. Milne

−0.3042 − 0.1913i

Drawing the boundary…

Pauline's Air Fryer Blues

by Richard

−0.2749 − 0.1965i

Drawing the boundary…

The poems

Each poem scrolls on its own, so the two texts stay beside each other.

Pinkle Purr

by A. A. Milne

Tattoo was the mother of Pinkle Purr,
A little black nothing of feet and fur;
And by-and-by, when his eyes came through,
He saw his mother, the big Tattoo.
And all that he learned he learned from her.
"I'll ask my mother," says Pinkle Purr.

Tattoo was the mother of Pinkle Purr,
A ridiculous kitten with silky fur.
And little black Pinkle grew and grew
Till he got as big as the big Tattoo.
And all that he did he did with her.
"Two friends together," says Pinkle Purr.

Tattoo was the mother of Pinkle Purr,
An adventurous cat in a coat of fur.
And whenever he thought of a thing to do,
He didn't much bother about Tattoo,
For he knows its nothing to do with her,
So "See you later," says Pinkle Purr.

Tattoo is the mother of Pinkle Purr,
An enormous leopard with coal-black fur.
A little brown kitten that's nearly new
Is now playing games with its big Tattoo....
And Pink looks lazily down at her:
"Dear little Tat," says Pinkle Purr.

Pauline's Air Fryer Blues

by Richard

Pauline's got a gadget but she ain't impressed
Got an air fryer sittin and it gives her no rest
Eighty-five years and she's seen it all
But this contraption's the bane of her hall

Every recipe's a mystery wrapped in smoke
She's got no patience for this modern bloke
Knobs and buttons makin' her feel weak
She misses her stove that's genuine antique

Pauline’s air fryer givin her strife
Stirrin up trouble in her peaceful life
She’s a classic lady in a techy world
Old-fashioned ways make her feel like a girl

Rememberin the days of a trusty old pan
Long before machines made meals so bland
With every beep she rolls her eyes
Wishing for simpler times under the skies

Neighbors rave about this modern might
But Pauline keeps waging her personal fight
She's got no love for this fancy toy
Her fried chicken now brings no joy

Broken recipes and burnt mistakes
Every air fryer meal her heart it breaks
She's a culinary queen from back in the day
Now this gizmo makes her kitchen a fray

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