| 12.14.2006 |
| Okay, i want to make a new poem... |
Rejection feels bad
It's all Duo's fault
After I get him
It'll be Battery and Assault.
But now I've moved on...
...Kinda. But it's all good
The guy that's up next
Thinks he comes from the 'hood'
The face of Dr. Wilson
And House's blue eyes
They're brilliant and bright
Just like the sky's
He talked to Larry,
A friend from my past
I think I'll ask him
Since Duo screwed up the last
Sitting through history
I can't wait to go
Tired of Carne talking
About Henry David Thoreau
Though when "Wilson" comes in
And looks quickly my way
His eyes pierce into mine
And I can't look away
I could have sat next to HIM
With Marcello behind
But I knew I wouldn't concentrate
Since the desks were combined
But from my seat now
I see "Wilson" just fine
And when he looks back
I get chills up my spine
I want this to work
This "Wilson" guy's complete
As he sits there in Spanish
In his forced front-row seat
He's nice to look at
Especially the jeans
Why not daydream in class
'Bout imaginary scenes?
wow, i could have made this really dirty, but i kept it clean since children (ahem... Kaplow) read this.
So now it's Derek's turn... |
posted by Katie @ 6:29 PM  |
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