Roses are red
Violets are blue
I forgot the next line
Forgive me, my friend
But i will continue this weird poem
What shall i talk about, oh dear Owen
How about Owen, Owen, Owen
How your face is all glowing
or how your hair is flowing
Oh no, that's not it
Or how about your wonderful girlfriend
Me, of course
The way she laughs and the way she talks
And forgets that this poem is all about Owen
So till we meet again
On this date we'll go where I'll give you this poem
Wrote this in the comfort of my bed, was literally laughing to bits when i reread what i wrote. I sometimes wonder am i completely normal. Comment and vote or both.
Toodles
