A weird girl
weirded out
a weird boy.
Well, he was known as a weirdo,
unanimously.
Without the need of a weird hairdo,
unsurprisingly.
He weirds them out,
the populace around him.
Then shys and says,
“It's a weird whim.”
And then he goes weird again.
He weirds them out
when he declares the total cubic area,
because he can, of belly of po.
Weirds them out
when he just plucks the rears of an ant
and then she's free to go.
By eating stuff
which makes people hurl.
When writing
for a nearly-stranger weird girl.
Then again,
they are made of different weird-dough.
But, he is a weirdo
and she is a weirdo.
He goes weird and people cringe.
She goes weird and seeps right through, like a syringe.
He believes he is weird
but, she gives a weird smiled.
He confesses he is weird
but, she just smiles.
Engages.
Takes it up to her.
Lets him into a weird cliffhanger.
Then, “until next time.”
Weird enough that he missed his weird rhyme.
Or did he?
He is weirdly confused.
Being this weird beautiful;
Is this his usual drug with a new spice?
Or Is she really being weird nice?
Then the weird smile again
and he weirdly knew
it was the weird latter.
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The Good place
PoetryThis is a collection of all the poems I've written about everything I'm curious about and more. Literal pitstop is the pen name I write under on WordPress and Instagram.
