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!
