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I put my college education to use and wrote an awesome poem for Jason because he rocks my socks. And feeds me food when I beg and he doesn't complain!
Okay, so most of the words were from some stupid madlib generator, but c'mon, it's hard work to come up with body parts and names and verbs and fruit. It's a good thing there are online dictionaries and stuff. Hey names are nouns right? Because I just used the puppies.. yeah whatever, read and experience my shining talent.
Once More, My Love
This night I shall dream of your bedazzling blue hair and parrot-eyes.
Wrapped in echoes of your mellifluous finger-music,
I long to sip from your strawberryful lips.
In my dreams, we fly on the exquisite winged spinach of redness -- skimming vast continents of hips and whales.
The depths of all the oceans of the universe shall never separate our tomatos.
Brilliant as snoresing skittless, the seas greet us from afar.
In the twilight we feast on chocolate-coated pigeons and tender twizzlerhearts of love
Adorned in white silk, we pluck our booing love chimes from our hairs.
I press the rocco that you wear around your neck against my hip-muffin so that our strawberrys melt into one.
You will always be my little Jason-cakes face, the parrot of my own snoresing eye of love.
I know, I know, aren't I awesome? :D Seriously though, I don't do encores and shit.
Okay, so most of the words were from some stupid madlib generator, but c'mon, it's hard work to come up with body parts and names and verbs and fruit. It's a good thing there are online dictionaries and stuff. Hey names are nouns right? Because I just used the puppies.. yeah whatever, read and experience my shining talent.
Once More, My Love
This night I shall dream of your bedazzling blue hair and parrot-eyes.
Wrapped in echoes of your mellifluous finger-music,
I long to sip from your strawberryful lips.
In my dreams, we fly on the exquisite winged spinach of redness -- skimming vast continents of hips and whales.
The depths of all the oceans of the universe shall never separate our tomatos.
Brilliant as snoresing skittless, the seas greet us from afar.
In the twilight we feast on chocolate-coated pigeons and tender twizzlerhearts of love
Adorned in white silk, we pluck our booing love chimes from our hairs.
I press the rocco that you wear around your neck against my hip-muffin so that our strawberrys melt into one.
You will always be my little Jason-cakes face, the parrot of my own snoresing eye of love.
I know, I know, aren't I awesome? :D Seriously though, I don't do encores and shit.