I've been waiting for you. I stayed up all night getting an update ready and all you had time to do was write me a poem?
Brilliantly done btw!
A poet doesn’t just write a poem, mate. I create.
Before I came up with that I was nervous
My palms were sweaty, knees weak, arms were heavy
There's vomit on my sweater already, my mum’s spaghetti
I’m nervous, but on the surface I look calm and ready
To drop 420 rhymes, but I keep on forgettin'
What I wrote down, the whole crowd goes so loud
I opens my mouth, but the rhymes won't come out
Then with relief I realise colour rhymes with love-r and the rest is history.
Mr S If I had a microphone in my hand right now, I be droppin it and doing the “boom” hand gesture, then I’d curtsy then moonwalk off the 420 stage.