A very Shrekmantic love story
A love poem about Shrek
As I lay there
On my Shrek decaled sheets
I chinch my complete collection of Shrek on DVD to my chest
I stare up at the signed poster of Shrek, Dreaming
I dream of a day where my hero comes for me
I hear my father in the other room
Telling my mother that my "obsession" is wrong
That it is immoral
That our love is impure
And at that moment I smell the sweet scent of onions
This could only mean one thing
"Could it be true?"
"Could my time have come?"
"Could my green-knight in shining armor have finally come for me?"
I look over at my open window
A large, green head peers into my window
Two big, Beautiful, brown eyes pierce my soul
A single tear rolls off my bottom eyelid and down my cheek
A faint smile can be seen on my face
I give my heart and all my being to Shrek
Shrek is love, I whisper
Shrek is life
