Contemplative, complicated, consequated

Long play baby.

Illiterately brilliant, she’s never

Always sometimes maybe.

Gone for good, back next week.

She stood herself up with a 24 bug,

An array of strangeties and novelties

And a deadly dangerous undying love.

She’s just too perfect for me

And that’s a major no-no

Because I know no reason why

She wanted to go on solo.

Met her in my simple sights.

She taught me how to be much more

Like her and me and her and she

Relegates our rivalry until it’s less than poor

She’s intelligent. I’m flatulent.

She’s get up and make me go

But I’m fed up of games and fetching the ball

It’s time to try and say ‘no!’

Because I fell for her, I tell to her,

Her face knocked me off of my stool

But she’s lost in the world, a lonely girl,

Because she can’t catch a catch for a fool.