You slated my sketch
You fell asleep
You cried for an ex
You weren’t very deep
You wore real fur
You didn’t eat.
You made me go to Milton Keynes
You slated my poetry
You wore boot-cut jeans
You called my friend rank
You didn’t drink tea
Worse than that - you liked RnB.
We never took a flight together
Or lay hand-in-hand on a beach
I cringed when you did that dance-off
And you never admired my teeth.
But I think I’ll create a happy ending
Like one you’d see on TV
A tearful goodbye, a reluctance to leave
And a kiss under a blossoming tree.
Comments
Highhat | November 15, 2011 - 07:32
Lovely..
seashore | November 15, 2011 - 08:44
Really enjoyed this
caribou_ | November 15, 2011 - 09:31
Thanks guys! Does the last line work or is it too clunky?? Jo
shoe | November 15, 2011 - 15:48
This really made me smile, excellent, I can only think of changing beneath for under IF you wanted to change it.