To Be Called Lovely
Lovely. Yeah, right.
Think that, I might.
That's all we do. Think.
Please. I also flirt and wink.
I know that, obviously.
You think little of me.
That's not entirely true.
And to think, I think of you.
Positively, I hope.
Negatively? Nope.
'Nope'? You use that word?
I just did, nerd.
Look who's talking, elite, brainy one.
You've got that right, hun.
Save that endearing term.
The thought makes me squirm.
I can't think of a rhyme.
Don't worry. Take your time.
You know I will, lover boy.
I admit it: the endearing terms do annoy.
That, I believe, I did aforemention.
Your stinginess is hard on my comprehension.
Your ignorance is hard on my patience.
You must be difficult to maintenance.
So funny I forgot to laugh.
Your laugh isn't needed on my behalf.
What is that even supposed to mean?
I think that answer is easily seen.
(Author's Note: I hope this made sense... It was supposed to be Ian and Amy. Not necessarily talking to each other, though. I think of it as more of a telepathic kind of thing, but in rhyme. Also, I know that aforemention isn't a real word, but hey, Dr. Seuss made up words as he went along, didn't he? ;D Thank you for reading, please review!)
