Valentine's Day
First off, happy birthday Damien, you fat pig.
Second off, here's a poem I wrote for my sweetie for Valentine's Day:
Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
Make me some breakfast,
Or I'll kill you.
Hey, I'm just kidding,
I love you too much.
I wouldn't kill you over breakfast,
But I might over lunch.
You caught me again,
I was just making fun.
But if I don't get my dinner,
You damn well better run.
Okay, no more joking,
You I'd never hurt.
At least I don't think so,
Let's see what's for dessert.
The End
Second off, here's a poem I wrote for my sweetie for Valentine's Day:
Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
Make me some breakfast,
Or I'll kill you.
Hey, I'm just kidding,
I love you too much.
I wouldn't kill you over breakfast,
But I might over lunch.
You caught me again,
I was just making fun.
But if I don't get my dinner,
You damn well better run.
Okay, no more joking,
You I'd never hurt.
At least I don't think so,
Let's see what's for dessert.
The End
Labels: holidays
4 Comments:
If you lay one hand on that gal I will personally smack you in the head and hit you with the plastic spoon!
Which "gal" are you talking about? Who said it was about Michelle?
who else would be nice enough to make you breakfast, lunch and/or dinner?
My imaginary friend Teven.
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