The Brown Carrot Poem by erin ford

Its not his name but its what we call him.
You think we would feel bad, but he made us so mad.
But you should know our tale of woe.
And he, my friends, is the star of our show.
At first he said he liked me and I tought I liked him to.
But things got out of hand.
And I came to find him on this chick.
And he got mad at me when I said we could not be.
He tried to make me feel bad and it made me so mad.
But what made it worse is he went after my best friend.
At first I didn't care.
And it wasn't til I heard the same words again.
He told her what he told me.
He said that they were meant to be.
Then he had made up some lie about what he did, and like a coward, he ran and hid.
Thinking that he got out of trouble, we turned around and popped his bubble.
He still tries to lie right to her face but she knows better then to get stuck with him again.
And if you ask me I say we won first place.
This was a fight to see who was right.
Me and my girl will forever be tight cause we aint about to fight over him.
I guess 2 is always better than 1 because without eachother we would be lost..