The king of pain
Fool in the rain
King of the hill
You burn like the chiming
In your sunny haiku
As Sunday turns into a weekly hiatus
Three word poem when will
You say love's the answer to your lonely
Forgotten weekend among the elk
As you ilk through forests dark and steep
The queen of bees could sting
The butterflies in your stomach
Laugh at the flowers in her hair
You have had her in a look
What it took was a bit of jewels
King of pain, now a fool in the rain
Suffers a broken heart like the others
A fool likes you too
You should marry her and find her
Instead of being stubborn