Dear Dan,
When I received your letter it made my cry...

Pimperella lost her pimp,
Lost her only love...

With soup you have your solids
but you also have your liquids...

A broken ring of gold,
Lovely feathers fell to the floor...

Here I am standing nervous as can be,
With a strong weakness in my knees...

Burry me a grave,
6 feet deep...

I walk the halls with teary eyes,
Everyone knows so why try to hide...

I hold you always,
I hold you forever...

Don’t tell me that everything is gonna be...
I can tell it’s not by the looks in your...

You kiss me once,
I kiss you twice...

Watching from a distance,
Keeping from a far...

I was told to write a wacky poem,
But that’s one thing I don’t know...