William Burke Poet Rhyme

BLUE TOGETHER

BLUE TOGETHER
I FELL IN LOVE AND LET'S JUST SAY THAT THINGS THEY DIDN’T WORK OUT.                                       YOU KNOW THE STORY; I WAS FEELING SORRY AND FILLED WITH SELF DOUBT.                                THEN I SAW HER ON THE CORNER AND WE STARTED TO TALK.                                                            SHE SAID SHE’D BEEN HURT AND LEFT IN THE DIRT SO WE STARTED TO WALK.  
THEN I SAID, I’M BLUER THAN A SMIRF CAUGHT IN GARGAMELS’ NET.                                           WON’T YOU COME TO MY RESCUE; WILL YOU BE MY SMIRFETTE?                                                     IT MAKES NO SENSE BEING ALONE IN STORMY WEATHER.                                                                    AT THE VERY LEAST WE COULD BE BLUE TOGETHER.
SHE STARTED TO SMILE, SAID SHE’D STAY FOR A WHILE AND THINGS WERE STARTING TO LOOK GOOD.                                                                                                                                                                  SO, I SAID HOW I FEEL SHE SAID THAT’S NOT PART OF THE DEAL BUT STAY AWHILE, I THINK YOU SHOULD.                                                                                                                                                    I DECIDED TO BE COOL, THAT’S THE GOLDEN RULE, AND I DIDN’T WANT TO ACT LIKE A FOOL.
THEN I SAID, I’M BLUER THAN A SMIRF CAUGHT IN GARGAMELS’ NET.                                           WON’T YOU COME TO MY RESCUE; WILL YOU BE MY SMIRFETTE?                                                      IT MAKES NO SENSE BEING ALONE IN STORMY WEATHER.                                                                     AT THE VERY LEAST WE COULD BE BLUE TOGETHER.
IT STARTED OUT GOOD, I DID ALL THAT I COULD, AND THINGS WERE STARTING TO LOOK BETTER.                                                                                                                                                     THEN SHE STARTED TO POUT AND THROW THINGS ABOUT, SHE BROKE ALL MY THINGS AND I LET HER.                                                                                                                                                             SO, WE STARTED TO FIGHT IT WENT MOST OF THE NIGHT AND LATER WE BOTH LOOKED A MESS.                                                                                                                                                        WELL, YOU KNOW THR REST, WE FAILED THE TEST AND ALL I COULD SAY WAS THIS.
I’M BLUER THAN A SMIRF CAUGHT IN GARGAMELS’ NET.                                                                    WON’T YOU COME TO MY RESCUE; WILL YOU BE MY SMIRFETTE?                                                      IT MAKES NO SENSE FIGHTING IN THIS STORMY WEATHER.                                                                   NOW YOU SEE, WERE BOTH BLACK AND BLUE TOGETHER.

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