Roses are red
Violets are blue
Yes I wrote a cheesy poem for you
A million words could not describe
The way I feel when you smile
I hope I do the same for you
Man this could take a while
How can I compare
Your face to the sun
They’re both pretty hot
But you’re a bit more fun
I see you walking in the halls
And I can hardly speak
How is it that you make me
So dry mouthed and so weak
If I had ten thousand tries
I still wouldn’t get this right
I’m not too good a poet
Yet I chose to write
I’m dorky and I’m quiet
I’m mean and I’m cruel
People look at you with me
And think that you’re a fool
The amount of thought put into this
Measured out is a bunch
You might be wondering what this is about
I bet you have a hunch
Nobody else would want to go
They’d panic and they’d flea
That leaves just one question
Will you go to prom with me?