a sonnet collectively written by my eighth period class

poetry

Why do I love you?
You have the key to my heart.
Fo’ lyfe I’ma call you mah boo,
Even when we’re apart.
You are more beautiful than a rose,
You always look so sexy.
Even when you pick your nose
I know you are my destiny.
To me you never lie,
You always speak the truth,
as sweet as apple pie,
You tell me I got spinach in my tooth.
Your love fills up my heart,
Thank god you can withstand my farts.

3 thoughts on “a sonnet collectively written by my eighth period class

  1. Roger Mugs's avatar

    “You always look so sexy.
    Even when you pick your nose”

    and

    “Thank god you can withstand my farts”

    if someone said these things to me, I would probably melt… twue wuve.

  2. thesleepingtypewriter's avatar

    What can I say? When it’s a classic it’s a classic.
    My compliments to the creative genius of your class.
    😀

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