Aunty Em
Well-Known Member
Don't you love writing poems? Everyone else thought of love I thought of...
All my friends think that I'm mad,
don't know how I got this bad,
When I'm alone I think of nothing else.
With your tall and dark physique,
your features really are unique,
I could never leave you up upon the shelf.
We're up late into the night,
I'm allergic to the light,
a darkened room is where I live instead.
with my pale and pasty skin,
blue eyes bloodshot and red-rimmed,
my neighbours think I'm one of the undead!
All the games we play are grand,
it's so hard to win a hand,
when on a roll you put up quite a fight.
Though I fear that I must part
from your constant beating heart,
your chatter fills me with untold delight.
No more surfing on the net,
no more wargames or long chats
for now here comes the part I really dread.
I've finished that last essay,
sold all my lots on eBay,
so I must turn you off and go to bed!
... and on that note, as it's 3 am, I think I should take my own advice...
All my friends think that I'm mad,
don't know how I got this bad,
When I'm alone I think of nothing else.
With your tall and dark physique,
your features really are unique,
I could never leave you up upon the shelf.
We're up late into the night,
I'm allergic to the light,
a darkened room is where I live instead.
with my pale and pasty skin,
blue eyes bloodshot and red-rimmed,
my neighbours think I'm one of the undead!
All the games we play are grand,
it's so hard to win a hand,
when on a roll you put up quite a fight.
Though I fear that I must part
from your constant beating heart,
your chatter fills me with untold delight.
No more surfing on the net,
no more wargames or long chats
for now here comes the part I really dread.
I've finished that last essay,
sold all my lots on eBay,
so I must turn you off and go to bed!
... and on that note, as it's 3 am, I think I should take my own advice...
