Meggie! (rivulet) wrote,

A poem.

I love my G.
He got me flowers.
Birthday flowers
For my birthday.

They came to work,
Delivered them,
And they said I blushed
When I came to get 'em.

I think some of them
Are freesia
And there's some statis
In there too
And ferns
It's pretty
But the pink ones don't smell.

My G is the best
And you're all jealous
Because I love him
And you can love him too
But he won't love you back.
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