The plan...and other crap
Ok salisha, i wrote this poem for tim...i shall give it to him b4 5th hour 2morrow...fun fun fun
Oh Tim you’re glorious
A masterpiece is an understatement
Every time I see your face
My jaw drops to the pavement?
You’re so beautiful
You have a magnificent thigh
I'm infatuated with your bum
Oh me! oh my!
When you walk by I think,
”Wow, he’s finger licking!
Heaven must be missin’ an angel
I’d eat him if he was chicken.”
It's hard to restrain myself
You’re just that hot
On my shirt I don’t have an ink blot
I watch you from afar in bushes and trashcans
Tim you’re the bomb
You should be my man
You’re both visually and mentally stimulating
Stop looking at my boobs! No I’m not lactating!!
Well I shall be going
My sweet boy …you’re debonair
Ah how I’ll sigh from now on when I see your lovely hair
A hint will be given to you from now on about who I am
If you know what’s good for you, you won’t kill Pam
Who is Pam? That lady who cooks crap
When you find out who I am and realize I like you’ll be like “Oh snap!!!”
My rhyming scheme sucks (lol)
I don’t like ducks
Toodle-oo my sweet
Pump up the beat?
The End
if ur up to this plan for my strange crush (icky) i think we should keep my idendtity a secret until i build this weird relationship with him talking about this imaginary other girl poem writer. that way it isnt weird. hahah he has stupid shoes lol. he's a kinda cute that makes absolutely no sense. slap me out of it someone!!!!
I gonna come to skool as a mime one day! i'm so excited lol. white face makeup and everything...if neone is down...come on with it shouties!
i'm gonna go write more poems and sing and crap...byes
Oh Tim you’re glorious
A masterpiece is an understatement
Every time I see your face
My jaw drops to the pavement?
You’re so beautiful
You have a magnificent thigh
I'm infatuated with your bum
Oh me! oh my!
When you walk by I think,
”Wow, he’s finger licking!
Heaven must be missin’ an angel
I’d eat him if he was chicken.”
It's hard to restrain myself
You’re just that hot
On my shirt I don’t have an ink blot
I watch you from afar in bushes and trashcans
Tim you’re the bomb
You should be my man
You’re both visually and mentally stimulating
Stop looking at my boobs! No I’m not lactating!!
Well I shall be going
My sweet boy …you’re debonair
Ah how I’ll sigh from now on when I see your lovely hair
A hint will be given to you from now on about who I am
If you know what’s good for you, you won’t kill Pam
Who is Pam? That lady who cooks crap
When you find out who I am and realize I like you’ll be like “Oh snap!!!”
My rhyming scheme sucks (lol)
I don’t like ducks
Toodle-oo my sweet
Pump up the beat?
The End
if ur up to this plan for my strange crush (icky) i think we should keep my idendtity a secret until i build this weird relationship with him talking about this imaginary other girl poem writer. that way it isnt weird. hahah he has stupid shoes lol. he's a kinda cute that makes absolutely no sense. slap me out of it someone!!!!
I gonna come to skool as a mime one day! i'm so excited lol. white face makeup and everything...if neone is down...come on with it shouties!
i'm gonna go write more poems and sing and crap...byes