moon
Seymore Fuzzbutts
So, most 11 year olds write about butterflies, rainbows, ponies, etc. Not my kid. When asked to write a poem with the theme "the world as I see it. . . " my kid writes:
Heart-Broken
Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
Love hurts a lot;
So do you.
The roses are wilted,
The violets are dead.
On the inside you killed me,
And tore me to shreds.
You twisted my heart;
You were so cruel.
My heart and my brain
are matched in a duel.
My brain says to leave;
My heart says to stay.
I still can't decide
Day after day.
It hurts me to see you;
Don't know what to do.
But that's what I get
For loving you.
Ayup. That's my kid alright.
Heart-Broken
Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
Love hurts a lot;
So do you.
The roses are wilted,
The violets are dead.
On the inside you killed me,
And tore me to shreds.
You twisted my heart;
You were so cruel.
My heart and my brain
are matched in a duel.
My brain says to leave;
My heart says to stay.
I still can't decide
Day after day.
It hurts me to see you;
Don't know what to do.
But that's what I get
For loving you.
Ayup. That's my kid alright.