The Greysweater Poem . . .

So in this poetry class, I had a little crush on the guy who sat across from me. He used to wear this grey cable-knit sweater and derby hat. I got bored in class and wrote this poem for him. Then we dated for like 5 months. Score one for the Jess, lol.

Hmm.
Grey just doesn’t fit,
Though-
At first it did.
You sat quietly,
In that drab shade-
Faded.

Maybe you should be
Red Hair Guy.
That has much more flair-
But would you rather be
Defined by your hair?
Crazy.

Red, now there’s a theme!
Like a candle on slow burn-
(You’re so hot!)
You asked me to say it…
And so I did,
So now we’re square.
Right?

The more you talk,
The interestinger you become.
Meanwhile-
The more coffee I drink,
The retardeder I get.
Random.

So this is Greysweater;
A slow, steady leak
Revealing more every class-
It makes me think maybe
You’re a fine piece of-
Hmm.
See you next class.

Now play nice and let’s share
A bottle of red wine-
Your treat, of course,
Cuz I ain’t cheap,
Grey Sweater Guy.
Funny (I know…)