So, without further ado, I present you with the poem that Mr. David Foley wrote for me, and delivered (with pink eye, no less) on my 22nd birthday (January 28):
It was freshman year at GW,
When I began my long quest.
A little down on my luck,
And looking for a new best.
There was nobody in Thurston -
Believe me, I looked, I know.
So I made a wish at 11:11
And lucky for me I found a pro.
It was freshman english
That the two of us would meet.
For there next to Mark Santanello
Sat the picture of sweet.
Was she black, white with a tan?
Or just mexican, I wanted to know!
Well turns out she was born in Chile,
To a 13 year old South American ho.
Adopted, deported, and raised -
Typical Chilean rags-to-riches.
She attended St. Paul's School for Girls -
Ya know, one of them private school bitches.
Preppy, popular, and innocent
Her demeanor coulda made me sick.
But underneath it all
I saw a thievin' down ass trick.
When I met her it was all
Angel and April and such.
But I could tell Mol was a keeper
The others, not so much.
She was all Disney and showtunes.
I liked Janet, Britney and Pink.
Some things we remained divided on,
But I made her dump Backstreet for NSYNC.
Still she was sad about AJ's addiction,
Well, of course, I mean that's her nizzle.
Did I lie when I said that I'd pray for a speedy recovery?
Ah, fa shizzle.
From Private School Princess,
To trash talkin' foo'.
Stealin' candy from Provisions -
Yeah, I think I taught her that too.
I learn so much from her,
I think I catch on real quick.
Her #1 rule, never kiss on the mouth
When you're just turning a trick.
Rojit, Abs and Gundersen -
Them boys will come and they will go.
Downright slutty or just a tease?
Ask Tatham, I hear she gave him a show.
She's brave and adventurous,
Even studied an entire semester in Rome.
I like that she's so well traveled,
But love much more when she at home.
Our future together looks bright,
Matter fact I think I'll keep her around.
There's talk of an apartment in New York -
But don't ask her mom how that sound.
The rest is like history...
Has she changed, some might say.
She still sing a showtune or two,
But prefer a janet mix anyday.
In the end, My prayers were answered,
I'm the luckiest boy on the planet.
For who would have thought
I'd find a Jackson better than Janet?
If I ever let her go
She may fly away like a bird.
But do I think she'd come back?
Believe you me, I ain't scurred.
When I began my long quest.
A little down on my luck,
And looking for a new best.
There was nobody in Thurston -
Believe me, I looked, I know.
So I made a wish at 11:11
And lucky for me I found a pro.
It was freshman english
That the two of us would meet.
For there next to Mark Santanello
Sat the picture of sweet.
Was she black, white with a tan?
Or just mexican, I wanted to know!
Well turns out she was born in Chile,
To a 13 year old South American ho.
Adopted, deported, and raised -
Typical Chilean rags-to-riches.
She attended St. Paul's School for Girls -
Ya know, one of them private school bitches.
Preppy, popular, and innocent
Her demeanor coulda made me sick.
But underneath it all
I saw a thievin' down ass trick.
When I met her it was all
Angel and April and such.
But I could tell Mol was a keeper
The others, not so much.
She was all Disney and showtunes.
I liked Janet, Britney and Pink.
Some things we remained divided on,
But I made her dump Backstreet for NSYNC.
Still she was sad about AJ's addiction,
Well, of course, I mean that's her nizzle.
Did I lie when I said that I'd pray for a speedy recovery?
Ah, fa shizzle.
From Private School Princess,
To trash talkin' foo'.
Stealin' candy from Provisions -
Yeah, I think I taught her that too.
I learn so much from her,
I think I catch on real quick.
Her #1 rule, never kiss on the mouth
When you're just turning a trick.
Rojit, Abs and Gundersen -
Them boys will come and they will go.
Downright slutty or just a tease?
Ask Tatham, I hear she gave him a show.
She's brave and adventurous,
Even studied an entire semester in Rome.
I like that she's so well traveled,
But love much more when she at home.
Our future together looks bright,
Matter fact I think I'll keep her around.
There's talk of an apartment in New York -
But don't ask her mom how that sound.
The rest is like history...
Has she changed, some might say.
She still sing a showtune or two,
But prefer a janet mix anyday.
In the end, My prayers were answered,
I'm the luckiest boy on the planet.
For who would have thought
I'd find a Jackson better than Janet?
If I ever let her go
She may fly away like a bird.
But do I think she'd come back?
Believe you me, I ain't scurred.
1 comment:
Awww, so cute.
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