A/N: Well, here's a little poem we like to call "An Ode to Paul" that we wrote for girls with obsessions like ours!
Disclaimer: None of this belongs to us. It all belongs to the wonderful Meg Cabot. Do you think we would be here writing fanfics and poems if we owned these characters? Um, no.
Warning: May cause a bit of disturbance! This one makes us question our own sanity!
Enjoy!
Love Chris and Jassy.
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Paul, Paul, Paul,
Your name sends shivers down my spine.
You with your sizzling hotness
I want you to be all mine.
Forget Suze, Paul
It's me you know you want.
Kiss ME on your bed in your glass house
Let it be ME that you haunt.
I think about you day and night, Paul
And how you would look in leather.
Why don't you switch around the scenario
When YOU save ME from Heather.
Let Jesse be with Suze
He's dead anyway right?
Get a clue Paul, she doesn't want you
Come to me . . . I won't bite!
I want you to kiss me, touch me, caress me
Do anything that's pops into your head.
I want you to do everything
Under the covers of your . . . dreams.
Come on over, Paul
Please give me the time of day.
Grant my wish by giving me ONE chance
Then I'll get out of your way.
Actually, no, I won't get out of your way
Hell, I'd rather eat my snot!
It's just that you're so perfect
And not to mention oh-so disgustingly hot!
You can't really blame me, though
I'm not the only one, you see?
There are tonnes of girls out there
With my disability.
Listen to me, Paul
Because I must confess.
I love you SO much
I might even be obsessed.
Come and pin me against my bed, Paul
Like you would do to Suze.
Why don't you forget about her
And come with me to bend some rules?
One tiny task though that we must conquer
That fact that you don't really . . . exist.
But I'm doing everything in my power
Because you are THE sexiest!
'Forbidden love' as I like to call it
Your bad-ass aura makes me melt.
I can't wait till the day I can touch you
Feel you; kiss you for my mental health.
I have a plan Paul
So don't you fret.
I'll bring you to life
But you'll owe me one debt.
Be with me
We'll be together.
No one can judge us then
We could be with each other forever.
They call me mad,
And then they send me off.
They send me to a special place
With a doctor named Christophe.
He brought me a jacket Paul
A white one with sleeves.
They don't understand that
Polyester gives me heaves.
They say it'll never work
My plan for you, I mean.
To make you come to life
But then I caused a scene.
WHO THE HELL ARE THEY
TO QUESTION OUR UNDYING LOVE?
But we'll show them all
When push comes to shove.
They shake their heads
And turn to leave
And I start smiling
Laughing insanely.
Because we will be together
One day you'll see
And not even these padded walls
Will be able to keep you away from me . . .
MUAHAHAHAHAHA!
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A/N: Well, there goes our freakish poem! We hope you guys enjoyed it. And don't forget to press that purple lil' button down there and review! Reviews are VERY welcome. And constructive criticism is accepted as well.
Love Chris and Jassy.