Nicole
Nicole,
Who is not quite as skinny as a beanpole
But who has gobs and gobs of soul.
Who can be the best of friends,
and is still there for you at the end(s).
Who will look at my poem and think,
“boy this thing really does stink.”
But will still smile and tell me it’s good
Because she will never be rood.
rood=rude…lol cause it rhymes….
lol this is my dedication to Nicole…and although you may never believe it, that was probably the best poem I will ever write.
Thursday, February 1st, 2007