Friday, October 24, 2008

A poem for Amy...


Help me help me, I’m feeling all confused
Things are perplexing, my mind’s blown a fuse

My brains filled with jelly and my thoughts are a jumble
I can’t speak properly my words are all mumbled

I can’t concentrate on anything, not one thing
My hearts beating faster than a humming bird’s wings

My legs are all wobbly I can’t walk straight
All because of a girl called Amy, who’s my best mate

1 comment:

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