*electrica*
09-19-2004, 07:42 AM
I wrote this for my best friend. He said he'd write a poem for me, but he didn't come up with anything. Instead he lamented an imaginary Steve and the love they shared on summer picnics. So, I wrote it for him. He liked it. Apparently it's pretty accurate :D.
Next to your talents
I'm quite lame
Your rapier wit
Puts me to shame
Your beauty is blinding
Your genius astounds
I love you for your body
Where fine breasts abound
You telephone me
Only to make me mad
You force your troubles
On me when you're sad
You're pushy and mean
You bully me
But I'm nice to you
In hopes that I'll see
Those boobs
You're more, I agree
But those boobs are what
Mean the most to me
Next to your talents
I'm quite lame
Your rapier wit
Puts me to shame
Your beauty is blinding
Your genius astounds
I love you for your body
Where fine breasts abound
You telephone me
Only to make me mad
You force your troubles
On me when you're sad
You're pushy and mean
You bully me
But I'm nice to you
In hopes that I'll see
Those boobs
You're more, I agree
But those boobs are what
Mean the most to me