Silly me

Feel like being silly. So here goes.

Blacks and I are going 1 year

That day we'll be playing by the ear

Maybe to the beach we'll go

Bring joey, vicky and bo-bo

Echiing's driving test on Sat

If fail, I'll whack the tester with a bat

Here at work I met a friend

Who's friendship I hope will never end

I don't know what I want in life

But I know I want to be his wife (eventually)

By now my Audrey is shaking her head

For once she told me not in bed

That all my word do not have to ryhme

Like dear and year and rhyme and thyme

For 1 year I am with him in bliss

For everyday he showers me with kiss

I hope and pray that this will be

My last and final me him we

To E-Lin whose neighbour's an ass

I would like to feed some rotten bass

To my Dad whose face so long

And my Mum who doesnt like ping pong

I hope they find some work they like

Or be like Dad who loves his bike

That my poem thats all I have

And I have nothing to go with have!

Keke...hope this is good.