One, Two,
**** in the shoe
Makes walking
Hellishly uncomfortable
Three, Four,
You'll find me a bore
If you spend enough time
With me, unfathomable
Five, Six,
You make me sick
And I know that we
Won't be the same
Seven, Eight
Tell it to me straight
Because, frankly
I've already lost you
Nine, Ten
Said again
Missing you
Is the last thing
on my mind
Mar 12, 2013
Mar 12, 2013 at 12:38 PM UTC
One, Two,
**** in the shoe
Makes walking
Hellishly uncomfortable
Three, Four,
You'll find me a bore
If you spend enough time
With me, unfathomable
Five, Six,
You make me sick
And I know that we
Won't be the same
Seven, Eight
Tell it to me straight
Because, frankly
I've already lost you
Nine, Ten
Said again
Missing you
Is the last thing
on my mind
This is to no one in particular; I just wanted to play with the number rhyme scheme.
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