• Every day I think of you
    Do you think of me, as I do you?

    Wishing, waiting 'till the day you say, "I love you."
    But then again, I know it'll never come true.

    Am I not fair, pretty, and kind?
    Nah. Guess not. I'm fat, short, and have thick thighs.

    Without you, I would surely die.
    But then again, you wouldn't mind.

    Remember all the times we used to talk?
    Now you just sit there, and I just gawk.

    I wonder what it'd be like if we never met.
    For one thing, I wouldn't be writing this sappy sonnet.

    My curséd heart is now plagued.
    With thoughts of you without no end.

    Whenever you're near my heart just stops.
    My stomach lurching, I need to throw-up.

    Is this the way that we will end?
    I sure as Hel- think so, I threw up on your hand!