ODE TO MY LOVE

Okee Dokee pals.. For those of you who look at my mommies posts, maybe you will remember the post she did about the poem this certain person on a mission sent me?? If you don't, here is the deal. There is this boy who I barely know. He happens to hang out with a few of my friends but we were never really friends. A few weeks before he left on his mission we sort of talked a bit. (But still, I hardly know the fella.) Anyway..Somehow,  I really don't even know how, we started writing each other. (Strange because once again, DON'T know him but whatev.) Now apparently while on his mission he has decided he enjoys writing me poetry.. Well I'm pleased to say I've received ANOTHER poem! hahahaha..He kills me. The one my mom posted is better than this one. But I figured since I have a blog now, I can start posting them. So..Without further ado.. Here is....

ODE TO MY LOVE

Chelsea my buddy, Chelsea my friend

I'll always love you, till the very end.

Chelsea you are so beautiful, and smart

You freshen the room, even when you fart

Not to be crude, but that's how it is.

Now if you don't mind, please take this quiz

Who is a princess, who is a queen?

Who has the prettiest face I've ever seen?

If you don't quite know, or haven't a clue,

It's because nobody is as humble as you.

You are the answer to the questions above

My angel, my little pony, and my fondest love.

When I see your face, it sure makes my day.

If every girl were like you, no man could be gay.

You comfort my heart and silence my fears

I wish I could clone you and wipe out the queers.

(his "mother")

This is sooo beautiful Elder (anonymous)

it makes me want to cry

or throw-up I can't decide...

(back to him now..)

Sorry, that was moms stamp of approval

She edits my poems, when lines need removal

("mother" again)

The line with the fart really

gave me a start

But I kept on reading

Now my heart is bleeding

For you little Chelsea-

You're one lucky girl!!

(him again..)

She's right little Chelsea, you're one lucky girl

Not like the others that see me and hurl.

For you, my lover, I'd fight a rabid squirrel

You are so pretty, and rare like a pearl.

I mentioned you smell good, even when you toot

And if you are willing, I'd lick your left boot.

Let me, let me, let me please!

If you don't I'll eat fifty live bees.

("mother")

He is sick

(Be his chick)

And there it is. Pretty interesting, huh? Wow.. And here is the thing.. At first I thought he was just kidding and all this stuff.. But now the mommy and I aren't really so sure what his feelings are for me! HA. We still think its hilarious. He's a goof ball. Anyway, I hope you enjoyed my lovely poem! :)