Wednesday, November 9, 2011

"A Creepers and Creeped Sonnet"

I smelt your nice soft hair as you slept,
Oh Jesus Christ where did you get a key,
I was watching and found where it was kept,
Oh my, a stalker you must really be.

Stalker is a word keeping us apart,
A restraining order will do that too,
Nothing will keep me from feeling your heart,
Hello police? Help he's got a pool cue!

I'm coming for you, you beautiful doll,
I see him now he is cutting the phone,
I know where you sleep, 3rd door on the hall,
Help someone help I hear his dreadful poem.

Now I have found you, now I'm, really bored,
Really? Really? that's it, bugger you lord.

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