Hey, number three, here it is, wow, cool, go f--- yourself (edit by the blogger team: sorry shitheads, no swearing). Banzai!
oh William, I saw you yesterday
bowtie in the box office
at the theater,
and your mother made you lunch,
sister was away at school,
and the girl of your dreams was hiding behind the concession
and you said so much would
you said, buy a ticket
it’s going to get much better,
but you might
not have as much fun.
you had that jet black hair made of cutting
I had a vest on made
of stampeded carpet.
later, you said slurpies are good for you
and downed a whole bag of popcorn for dinner
and disappeared into