Roses are red, violets are blue
(except they’re not—they’re purple)
I've started to write a poem for you
But nothing rhymes with purple
Unless you go with slurple,
Or chortle, turtle, warble, girdle
Or a slew of other rhyming words
(But this is getting quite absurd)
I would have rather much preferred
To not begin with purple.
Six months with the same blue-eyed guy that still laughs at me, loves me, and makes life better in his own unique way. These are the first few lines of something I tried to write for our anniversary (how strange, to be saying that!), and let me tell you, it goes downhill from there. But I enjoyed myself. ;)
1 comment:
This is adorable. Thanks for sharing it.
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