Poetry’s not a distant star
You’ll catch what all I’m feeling
So I’ll plod on
And write this song
You’re sure to grasp its meaning
The first among these many days
Was frankly very strange
You turned around
Then sweat your crown
I thought you were deranged
But soon in time I came to see
The wonder in your stare
You listen well
Grin as I yell
My silly beary bear
The only unsmooth kink right now
Is effing distance, ew!
Quite high in price
Does this suffice?
My brimming, living love for you?
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