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Mr. Romantic

March 22, 2009
By Ahmed Elsamadisi SILVER, Sunnyside, New York
Ahmed Elsamadisi SILVER, Sunnyside, New York
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I came to your locker
With my chocolate and rose
I ask you to be my girl friend
And you know how it goes

So you get excited
And start jumping around
I tell you I want 3.50 for the chocolates
And then you start kicking me down

So I say sorry
“how about we go eat
Lets go to mcdonald
There you can feast”

So I take you to mcdonald
Letting u ride my bike
“here is the dollar menu
You can chose anything you like

You get a sandwich
And I get some fries
And the bill came to two dollars
so I start to cry

“dam that’s a lot of money
I am definetly not going to pay
So take out your wallet
You will pay the bill today”

You start to cry
And then you run away
So I stop you and tell you
Listen I have something to say

I can’t bare to see u cry
You have bewitched me
Mind body soul for I love you
That love sends me soaring through eternity

Oh romio that’s the sweetest thing ever
You’re the best, I love you
Wow who knew the stuff from movies works
Wahooooo!


The author's comments:
JUST SOMETHING I WROTE TO MAKE ME SMILE
I HOPE IT MAKE YOU LAUGH
AND TELL ALL YOUR FRIENDS ABOUT IT

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ahmed said...
on Apr. 6 2009 at 8:00 pm
IF ANY ONE WANTS TO READ A ROMANTIC POEM GO TO MY OTHER POEMS



READ - RATE - REVIEW

on Apr. 5 2009 at 6:37 am
Very good attempt at modern poetry although Shakespeare will have a headache with the dollar menu, the content and message shows your artistic skills.

Now, just imagine this:

The first time I saw you, my heart leaped from my chest.

My heart sought compassion and security but you crushed it by your past bad experiences.

Time and time again I have courted thee, thine mind overshadows the truth.

Neither lust nor obsession lurks around the mind.

Neither rhyme nor poetry can defend the pain which comes from jilted love.

Oh God! Need we see another Miss Havisham or a Pip broken by contemporary Estella?

How long shall I be plagued with pain and effort which yield not the attention of thine heart?

Have ye no compassion any more?

Need not the experiences cost dearly that ye ought to at least listen, take notice and refine what's in store?

I bid thee farewell for my efforts are wasted.

Life without your attention seemed like empty and pasted.

Knock Knock! Know ye not that thine efforts are in vain.

How long shall it rain?

isha93 said...
on Apr. 4 2009 at 1:26 am
lmao thats a HILARIOUS poem :D