Yowza, when I met you I was knocked off of my feet Must’ve been that semi that had a brush with me That was the beginning of our life together A brush with death through the heather
Yowza, our second date Was just as great We were chased by a murderer I was jealous - I’d never heard of her
Yowza, we locked our doors extra tight As we got into bed that night The both of us didn’t get much sleep And the next day, we didn’t have much to eat
Yowza, I think she might’ve been the crazy ex you’re always talking about The one that has our house programmed into her GPS route She left a human head on our front porch For reasons unknown, it was strangely scorched
Yowza, you closed the door quickly and brought it inside The voice within me told me to hide You smiled at the lifeless sockets And you went and got a box of small rockets
Yowza, in the backyard you began a Satanic ritual Telling me to sell my own soul With a blood sacrifice, you opened a portal to Hell I thought for sure this was a tale I wouldn’t be living to tell
Yowza, how did it all come to this? I refused to sacrifice the head but you insist I hope this proves my love to you As I lay in the center of the circle for proof
Yowza, the head began to glow and vanished in flame When Satan came up, he spoke your name “This sacrifice is not enough for me.” And you turned to the only thing you could see
Yowza, I resigned myself to being shoved through the gates of Hell All’s well end’s well Almost everything except You got back together with your ex
Yowza, roses are red and I am blue One day, I’ll drag you down here, too
I wrote this in my creative writing class. We were given conversation heart candy and had to make a story or a poem started with the word on the candy. My conversation heart said Yowza! This is the product.