Swings Or Roundabout? Poem by charlotte harris
Swings Or Roundabout?
We sit a lunch in a four,
Asking questions, more and more,
'Team Edward or Jacob? ! ' She speaks,
We smile and scream, 'Jacob! ' like freaks.
They ask,
'Swings or Roundabout? '
I pretend to hesitate,
Not wanting to mess with fate.
'Swings, ' I smile,
Whilst all the while,
I think of him and how perfect,
It could be-I know he's worth it.
Monday, July 4, 2011
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9/19/2024 6:06:41 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Off-beat, off the cuff kind of poem. Might have been useful to know a little more.