My Valentines Day poem

Though my work is pure drudgery and boring crap
And driving through traffic makes me want to slap
That dumbass driver talking on his phone and looking at his map

There is one thought that keeps me going through this poop
When I feel like life is a joke and I'm the favorite dupe
I'm not talking about the cat or my dog, Fruit Loop,

The thought that makes me feel like a flower in June
My most precious gift, my heaven sent boon
Is that I'll be home with my Dorothea soon


The End

My Valentines Day poem

Though my work is pure drudgery and boring crap
And driving through traffic makes me want to slap
That dumbass driver talking on his phone and looking at his map

There is one thought that keeps me going through this poop
When I feel like life is a joke and I'm the favorite dupe
I'm not talking about the cat or my dog, Fruit Loop,

The thought that makes me feel like a flower in June
My most precious gift, my heaven sent boon
Is that I'll be home with my Dorothea soon


The End