[ Friday, April 26, 2002 ]

 
   

Mood: Crazed
Music: -none-

I’m writing this poem for Bekah
Cuz I told her that I would,
And even though I suck at poetry,
I’m writing it anyway.

Wait…that last line didn’t rhyme…
It’s ok though, I told you I sucked at this.
You’re lucky I’m actually trying,
Because if I wasn’t, you’d be sucked into an oceanic abyss.

I put that last line in
Because there wasn’t anything else in mind,
Hey!!! I’m supposed to be writing about Bekah,
Not some stupid problem which is being very unkind.

Anywho…she helps me with my math homework,
She helps me with my french,
She sticks up for me when she gets mad,
Like when people call me a we—er…nevermind...

We get to go see the dolphins Saturday,
And hear Pierce’s sexy voice,
I know I’ll want to see it again and again,
Poor Bekah..(she has no choice!!! >=D)

She’s the bestest friend I’ve ever had,
As close as best friends can get.
I know I can trust her with every secret
Because in a moment she’ll just forget anyway…hehe.

Seriously though, we make each other laugh,
We’ve never made us cry,
We’ve never gone cow-tippin’ either,
Which is perfectly ok, says I.

She brightens up my 2 dreaded classes,
That the powers that be for that.
She’ll make me struggle to keep from laughing,
But she also demands for her cat.

Which, sadly, I never gave to her,
Because her mom would kill me,
She’d throw that kitty right out the door,
And say, “Take that thing back or I’ll toss it up a tree!!”

It’s 12 AM, and I’m rilly tired,
I’m sorry Bekah, but this is gonna have to end.
I’ll continue it when I’m less sleepy,
Because if I don’t, then I’ll—ZZZZZZZZZzzzzz….

    Lar [12:02 AM]

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