Well... ****. You is fine. You is mine. You is lovely I is a lil tubby But you don't care. You don't think so. You thinks I is fine! Why? I loves you. You is my Sweet Babboo. Can't leave your sweet presence. Intoxicated by your magic essence. The tinge of saddness as I leave. "Parting is such sweet sorrow." But hopefully I'll see you tomorrow.
Whatever happened to me writing a book about Dandruff focused poetry. Honestly, you guys would've loved it. I deleted them, but those were great poems.