SoOoOo cuuuttteeee!!!
Okay, so one of the sweeties at EFY wrote this totally rockin poem and since I'm the poetic type I had to write him one back, and ya'll prolly won't understand most of the poem cuz they're about inside jokes of the week, but anywho...here they are for your reading enjoyment!!
So can I have some money, like 25 cents,
to call the cops---heck! I meant my rents!
Ahh, who needs those jokes! They are so cruel!
Definitely not Erica, she is too cool!
Those stupid lines don't even make sense!
This poem's all you need for recompense!
I'll forgive you. I thought it was good,
as well as funny; you did what you could!
Now as I sit here and reflect on the times,
I discombobulate and don't know what rhymes.
I have the priesthood, now where's the power?
Wait, it'll come to me if you hold me just one hour!
Now how 'bout that one! Can it be beat?
Well not if I'm hot and stuck to my seat!
Alright, that was bad, but I drew a blank!
What can you expect from a boy with an empty tank!
So let's go back to the girl that laughed and giggled
when Matt said something stupid about green jello jiggled!
Her energy jumps and her spirit lifts,
when spoken about bugs and Britni, her true self rifts.
A friend lost and one taken away,
all because a stupid bug on a bright sunny day.
Erica considered busting the big blue eye,
but Britni went for it: either a friend or a cry.
So the story goes about friends and foes,
at least they didn't have to get a bug out of her nose!
To enjoyable Erica: a best friend new.
I'll open my eye, now this bug's for you!
You have one more chance, so do it or die;
just be careful poking my big blue eye!
Another thing that I must address
is your determination, your faithfulness.
"Things which are hoped for, which are not seen;"
that's what Alma 32:21 does mean.
So why was there a light so that you could see?
Can't you write in your journal without Britni?
I see by the theme, you tried to 'Stand in the LIght,'
but wasn't that sitting, and is that right?
In a closet, too, away from the staff.
That's kinda funny; it brings out a laugh.
Well we did one better and hung from the sill,
out the window, using the street lamp 'til...
They discovered the towel under the door,
writing in our journal was no more.
So you girls had us beat, we were up only 'til one.
Oh well, staying up late reading our scripts was still fun!
Now back to you, Erica, the girl that makes me smile;
the way you made me feel will be in my heart for quite a while!
Now I leave you these words, to laugh and to cry;
'til we meet again, when I style my 'tie-bowtie!'
PJS
Matt
(PJS means Prayer Journal Scriptures, like things to do b4 u go 2 bed)
may not be the poet that everyone knows you are,
A better poet, I've never met in my life so far.
You rhymed about bugs and quarters and Jell-O,
And for that I think that you're one awesome fellow.
If you had a bug all up in your eye,
I would get it out, or at least I'd try.
And you still listened to my complicated bug story,
Even though the details did become a bit gory.
But I finally finished although Ty was being rude,
And amazed that after that you still stomached down all your food.
Game night was a laugh with your Monty Pyhtoen trot,
Along with writing in our journals, and hoping not to be caught.
Are you in the Book of Mormon, cuz dang boy you're Ne-FINE!
Yes, I know that I'm the master of every cheesy pick-up line.
But seriously I think it's way out of sight,
How you strive to be like Christ and Stand in the Light.
All week long you pondered as you read scriptures a ton,
Which is sort of a scripture mastery found precisely in Joshua 1.
It says to meditate on the scriptures day in and day out,
And if it's time for bed, there's no need to weep or pout.
Even though obedience is "more important than reading a acripture or two"
I believe that reading them will bring sucess to you.
Joshua feels as I do, so for Craig it's just too bad,
And I'm running out of rhyming words, and that kinda makes me sad.
So I'll end this poem with a short good-bye, nonetheless filled with Love,
And sincerely hope on Friday you never met Colby's rubber glove.
So can I have some money, like 25 cents,
to call the cops---heck! I meant my rents!
Ahh, who needs those jokes! They are so cruel!
Definitely not Erica, she is too cool!
Those stupid lines don't even make sense!
This poem's all you need for recompense!
I'll forgive you. I thought it was good,
as well as funny; you did what you could!
Now as I sit here and reflect on the times,
I discombobulate and don't know what rhymes.
I have the priesthood, now where's the power?
Wait, it'll come to me if you hold me just one hour!
Now how 'bout that one! Can it be beat?
Well not if I'm hot and stuck to my seat!
Alright, that was bad, but I drew a blank!
What can you expect from a boy with an empty tank!
So let's go back to the girl that laughed and giggled
when Matt said something stupid about green jello jiggled!
Her energy jumps and her spirit lifts,
when spoken about bugs and Britni, her true self rifts.
A friend lost and one taken away,
all because a stupid bug on a bright sunny day.
Erica considered busting the big blue eye,
but Britni went for it: either a friend or a cry.
So the story goes about friends and foes,
at least they didn't have to get a bug out of her nose!
To enjoyable Erica: a best friend new.
I'll open my eye, now this bug's for you!
You have one more chance, so do it or die;
just be careful poking my big blue eye!
Another thing that I must address
is your determination, your faithfulness.
"Things which are hoped for, which are not seen;"
that's what Alma 32:21 does mean.
So why was there a light so that you could see?
Can't you write in your journal without Britni?
I see by the theme, you tried to 'Stand in the LIght,'
but wasn't that sitting, and is that right?
In a closet, too, away from the staff.
That's kinda funny; it brings out a laugh.
Well we did one better and hung from the sill,
out the window, using the street lamp 'til...
They discovered the towel under the door,
writing in our journal was no more.
So you girls had us beat, we were up only 'til one.
Oh well, staying up late reading our scripts was still fun!
Now back to you, Erica, the girl that makes me smile;
the way you made me feel will be in my heart for quite a while!
Now I leave you these words, to laugh and to cry;
'til we meet again, when I style my 'tie-bowtie!'
PJS
Matt
(PJS means Prayer Journal Scriptures, like things to do b4 u go 2 bed)
may not be the poet that everyone knows you are,
A better poet, I've never met in my life so far.
You rhymed about bugs and quarters and Jell-O,
And for that I think that you're one awesome fellow.
If you had a bug all up in your eye,
I would get it out, or at least I'd try.
And you still listened to my complicated bug story,
Even though the details did become a bit gory.
But I finally finished although Ty was being rude,
And amazed that after that you still stomached down all your food.
Game night was a laugh with your Monty Pyhtoen trot,
Along with writing in our journals, and hoping not to be caught.
Are you in the Book of Mormon, cuz dang boy you're Ne-FINE!
Yes, I know that I'm the master of every cheesy pick-up line.
But seriously I think it's way out of sight,
How you strive to be like Christ and Stand in the Light.
All week long you pondered as you read scriptures a ton,
Which is sort of a scripture mastery found precisely in Joshua 1.
It says to meditate on the scriptures day in and day out,
And if it's time for bed, there's no need to weep or pout.
Even though obedience is "more important than reading a acripture or two"
I believe that reading them will bring sucess to you.
Joshua feels as I do, so for Craig it's just too bad,
And I'm running out of rhyming words, and that kinda makes me sad.
So I'll end this poem with a short good-bye, nonetheless filled with Love,
And sincerely hope on Friday you never met Colby's rubber glove.