This is a stalker poem I wrote about my favorite 70s guy, Hyde.
My 70s Guy
They call you Hyde,
I want you to be mine.
Your brown golden locks;
Make you look so hot.
To you the world is a conspiracy,
Oh please won't you hear me!
You wear dark shades,
That keeps your eyes in a haze.
Your first name is Steven,
Don't you know I'm never leavein'?
I'll wait in the bushes by your house,
So quiet just like a mouse.
Until your black El Camino pulls up,
And I'll give you a big kiss just for luck.