Note: This long poem is inspired by Helga G. Pataki's similar poem in "Hey Arnold!" Again, Phil of the Future is Disney's property. Read how Keely writes hers, about Phil Diffy and her longing to tell him her love for him.

Phil my love, my sultry teen.
Why must I hold you only whilst I dream?
Will I forever be enslaved by your spell?
Why must I wait for you and never tell?
Phil you make my girlhood tremble.
My senses all go wacky.
Someday I'll tell the world my love...
Or my name's not Keely A. Teslow!

Cowlicks like fields of yellow corn.
All the days of the week, I write the name I dare not speak.
The boy with the cornflower hair, my beloved, and my despair.
Your eyes like two green jellybeans, are pools I want to bathe in.
My head darth swoon and yet I want to beat your face in.
Phil you future friend, I've always worn it. I've always loved you.

My darling, my darling, kiss me my darling.
Oh so shamed, my prometheus,
Wandering the dismal deserts of my tormented soul.

To Phil,
with red hot lips,
your futuristic things,
your awesome face,
your grungy chic,
your cat-like grace.
Whose red hot lips do I want to taste?
Three guesses stupid!
Phil, Phil, Phil!

Each morn I see you bend to drink from loves crystal pool.
I tremble near you try to think, will I forever say "Please think?"
Am I bound by this tragic rule?

K is four you are the keys to my heart.

E is for everyday you protect me.

E is for everything you told me.

L is for the love you give me.

Y is for you! Phil!


Farewell for now, Futuristic Prince.
Our yellow love chariot has arrived.
Gladly I go now to see to your delicious face.
Sadly I stash my passion deep in this secret pink place.