Sunday, November 23, 2008 Old Man John's Love

He sat on his steps,
Cigarette to his lips,
Craving to hear her speak.

whyhello!

He sat on his steps,
His eyes wide open,
Hoping to see her pass.

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A crush; decades old,
Manifested itself,
Till it became an obsession.

stupid blogger laa

For Old Man John,
Was in love with his neighbour,
The dead Miss Francine Jackson.

wont space properly

Little did he know,
That Francine loved him too,
And would walk by just to see him smoke.

so I have no choice

She would fluff her hair,
And do up her eyes,
Just to look real nice.

but to do this.

But never did she,
Confess her love,
For John hadn't said a word.

I ate Mac & Cheese earlier.

So, now my dear friends,

Listen up close,
And just go out and take a chance,
You may be let down,
You may get all hurt,
But at least you won't ever regret.

I'M GONNA TURN FAT!

For every single day
Mister Old Man John,
Would sigh and wring his hands,
For if he had told
Miss Francine of his love,
Many happy days they would have spent.

alright,buhbye