Not Exactly a Love Song with Tooty Fruity

Hi, Scot Bloggers!

So, I had a really bright, bubbly, happy post planned for today, but that didn’t quite go to plan.

So, I decided to share a song/poem I wrote for Valentines day.
Except, it’s not quite your typical valetines day song.
I wrote it when I was really irritated by a lad in my class who I fancied for ages, and then worked out he wasn’t actually my type, because he said some really annoying stuff to me.

So, here it goes:

I’d say we met in a crowded room 

If that’s how to describe

A greasy, fast food restaurant

Or would that hurt your pride? 

Maybe I could talk about

The sound of your voice

And how I love to listen on tape

But the sound of nauseous frogs

And throwing up dogs

Doesn’t really describe my tastes 

I thought then I could think about

What you did to me

When you kissed me

The first time 

But remembering that

I don’t think that I could stand

Bad breath, awkward nose bumps

And the way you tried

To touch my

Mammary glands! 

This ain’t exactly a love song

I don’t like who you are

I don’t know why we’re dating

Come on, you can’t even drive a car! 

I want someone exciting

Someone who’d look after me

Someone who’d protect me in a fight

Not someone who’d just fall to their knees

Screaming helpless pleas

I mean, Jesus, you aren’t exactly James Bond

But isn’t exactly a love song

Cause I’m just stringing you along

So there you go! I didn’t have a lot of time, and the post I wanted has disappeared from my laptop, so you’ll just have to deal with this :/ 
Sorry,

Well, I hope you had a great Easter Sunday! I already ate six mini eggs and a chocolate bunny.
Ah, I love Easter.

Anyway, food aside again, I hope you enjoy the rest of the sunshine we seem to be having :))

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Farewell for now, Scot Bloggers :)