NOTE: Ok, this poem is just a random thing I wrote in math today. So if it doesnt make sense, im sorry. its random, and I...wrote it in like...2 minutes. random words popped into my head, and blah blah blah. I bet youre not even reading this note. -sigh- oh well. on with the poem...
-A poem by Lt. Riza Hawkeye-
To my dear Colonel...
I see you looking out the window
Gazing at the sky
When I watch you do these things
It makes me wonder why...
Sure, you do stupid things
Alot of them, might I add...
If you slam that phone down like that one more time,
You'll make me very. Very mad.
It's true, you're a pervert,
But you still have class
And if you EVER put a mini-skirt on me,
IM GONNA KICK YOUR FRICKIN' ASS!
My dear Colonel...
I hope you're not reading this
Cause if you are and I find out...
I'll pull out my 42
And your brains will be scattered all about...
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Yes, I know... Riza usually doesnt cuss THAT bad...but hey. i was pretty pissed when I wrote this...I have fricken health for P and FA and the fricken bitch gave us homework i have P and FA 2nd period, and math 3rd period. so ya, i was still fuming. and i write to get things outta my mind and...agh, there I go blabbing again. damn, i have to break that habit. oh, and if there are any typos or grammar mistakes, i was multi-tasking...alot. i was singing, listening to Maroon5, eating candy, babysitting, writing another poem for this story and thats it. AGH! IM BLABBING A-FUCKING-GAIN! QUIT TYPING! -knocks self out- ugh...