Me: I am stuck in English and are were reciting the Highway Man for the umptenth time. so I got bored and was writing my own crappy poetry! With NICK!

Nick: Saint its Fang, Help! I got caught under my alias!

ME: F-Nick shhhhhhhh.


The night is dark and true,

Darkness settles on our wings,

I fly on strong,

As long as I'm with you.


Nick: You have no wings Razzle.

Me: Someday...


Complete grace that we have,

Does not have anything on you,

Completely unaware,

Of the love that you inspire.


F-Nick: That made no sense!

Me: It's poetry! It doesn't have to!


Why did you cast this spell,

That made me realize what I feel,

Flying after you,

Hearing midnight bells.


Nick: I can't belive I am saying thig but you are a worse poet than Saint!

ME: F-nick how could you... Yeah your right!


N-othing

I-rreistible

C-ute

K-ick Ass


Nick: Class is almost over.

Me: So review!