So. I just decided to write some random poetry for you, BMR. Tell me what you think!
Also, I realize that the second stanza doesn't quite fit in with the rhyme scheme of the first. But somehow, it sounds right to me. Does that make sense?
I got an itch I just can't scratch
I got a clock inside my back
It's ticking all my days away
And I just can't keep track
Of all the stupid things I said
And how your cheeks turned brilliant red
And angry words were borne and bred
Inside our salad days.
Also, I realize that the second stanza doesn't quite fit in with the rhyme scheme of the first. But somehow, it sounds right to me. Does that make sense?
I got an itch I just can't scratch
I got a clock inside my back
It's ticking all my days away
And I just can't keep track
Of all the stupid things I said
And how your cheeks turned brilliant red
And angry words were borne and bred
Inside our salad days.