To the greatest Englishmen I’ve ever known,
with thick skin quite like the strength of stone,
your charm has passed my comfort zone,
what a shame it is(not); we sleep alone.
Forced into writing a poem “on you,”
it sounds more like some type of odd goo.
I promise this poem is almost now through,
just swear to forget it by the time the day’s new.
May 5, 2012
May 5, 2012 at 2:23 PM UTC
To the greatest Englishmen I’ve ever known,
with thick skin quite like the strength of stone,
your charm has passed my comfort zone,
what a shame it is(not); we sleep alone.
Forced into writing a poem “on you,”
it sounds more like some type of odd goo.
I promise this poem is almost now through,
just swear to forget it by the time the day’s new.
