when you said
you wouldn't
I thought
you really couldn't
but then you made it
weird
the over
I replicated
the bother
i could even think of not
I caught you miserbale
over a paper follicle
you said I was
gullible
i had nothing to roll
for rover
I said well i have it
fold sorter
and make my own
worlder
and off you went
to search for them
whilst I sat looking
at ten
the number I most
admired then
because it tells
me I am best
teh border where
only the first
enter without
a hisp of worse
and you muddled
with the rust
them couldn't be fathomed
to fuss
you raised and lost
and now your're
gloss
paper is boss