The Me That She Likes In Me

THE ME THAT SHE LIKES IN ME. The only me she likes in me Is the me of me only on bed, For my me is full , strong and lanky. She is ever laughing vivaciously On, beside ,with and under me, Never tired but smiling during The game called “Bedminton”. I hardly picks point for She is a non-stop poacher Poaching and hitting endlessly Till I fade away finally. She was of no special brain Neither does she got unique intellect But she is of everything in “Bedminton” . I became very lanky as she grumbles And complain of nothing but lacking something Despite sucking my bulky lanky “corkky”. I fled into a hiding , gasping and hoping Not to have her cross my path again’ Oh no ! here she comes again Laughing with a rare vigour. Off I went on the ground as I opened My eyes at the hospital two days after. What happened to me ? I echoed “Thanked God he is alive ,Doctor Come and discharge us , lets go home” I fainted again beholding her voice And her very mean look Her laughter more stronger than That of an hyena whose pray is around I was not too sure if I will ever wake up again. Alayande Stephen T 16th April, 2006 3.15pm Spiced up story depicting my same friend with her Same heartthrob who his battling to abscond from. OUR