This is for @cold_lady19
The shark also sat alone,
he had no home.
It was just him, his sister and decaying bones.
His shark and his syndrome.
One evil creature with his poetry,
or so he thought.
A cheesy girl with chemistry,
Turned his life to sweet pastry.
For your lips glistens red,
as we speak on Skype.
Before you go to bed,
You're my favourite type.
My favourite type of girl,
on that's on top of the world.
For you are Mrs Strawberry, the one with the dark poet.
