Love Notes

[wildmustango]

[Stango at his desk, hunched over a few slips of heavily scribbled paper, muttering to himself. After a little while, he crumples them and hurls them into the trashcan which is for some reason outside his door.

Should anyone investigate, they read as follows:

1. THERE ONCE WAS A GUY FROM THE BRONX

Comments

[bigbaldbronco]

/picks up crumpled note.

BENNY! I think we need to talk.

[wildmustango]

/jumps guiltily!

...Yeah? What about, Frankie?

[bigbaldbronco]

This.... poem....

/holds at arms length

Look Ben, no wonder you can't find a dame, save McGee, yes I know about that Your writing is terrible!

[wildmustango]

Too bad I did find a dame, cuz! I'm takin' miss Atkins to the prom!

This is not actually my poem

[bigbaldbronco]

Benny, Benny, Benny, Benny. This is how you write a poem:

Are you the one rose, I've been longing for?
Dotted with drops of rain, a beauty I can't help but adore
You drew me closer still, rest of the world I ignored
An honest simple scent, I hadn't known before

I wish I could stay, be with you forever more
But I'm from far away, there's a world left to explore
Yet your perfection sways... I don't know anymore
Maybe there's no need to leave?
If you're whom I'm searching for...

/puts pen away

There we go. Thats how ya do it Ben.