Had to craft a poem for creative writing and I’m not nearly angsty enough to write anything good and honest and whiny. Here’s what I churned out:
Roses are red,
Violets are blue,
But in high-definition,
They can be more than that, too.
Every night, you delight me,
I am one you cannot bore,
Making my heart race
With shows like Fringe and 24.
Even prison rape is steamier,
When watching OZ in HD.
Each day I realize even more,
That you were meant for me.
You stimulate my senses,
(Even taste, once in a while).
Your bezel is sooo hot,
Attractive, & classy- in style.
What I’m trying to say,
Even if I’m sounding like a creep,
Is that you shall sow seeds of The Office,
And I’ll be the one to reap.
For nausea’s sake, give me According to Jim,
Perhaps Still Standing to make it worse;
Drive me to suicide with Two & a Half Men,
Even your wastelands I will traverse.
Bring on Lost, Tim and Eric,
Arrested Development or Seinfeld,
Always Sunny, From G’s to Gents,
Your remote will still be the greatest thing I’ve ever held.
Some will yell “You’re wasting you life,
Get outside; turn it off!”
But I cast scorn upon them all.
I shall sit and watch, never scoff.
So let no one speak badly of our romance,
Because compared to you, no one else stands a chance.
