(Had to find the cheesiest pic to go with this poem, and discovered the hard part was narrowing it down to one.)
An Ode to Edward
Oh Cupid, thine arrow stabbed me at lunch.
For, I spotted him at yonder table.
There, my love's faux hawk moussed up with a crunch.
A glitter peaked from his chest like a fable.
My love, though your eyes be evil and red.
I can overlook the fact that you're dead.
Nice--also overlooking the fact that he's pretty much a 100+ year old pedophile? Or was Bella already 18? Miss you and hope you're doing well!
ReplyDeleteGood point. Should've included those minor details.
DeleteMiss you too! =/
hahahahahahahah
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