Oh write a minuet, write one for me,
Make sure its three-four time, write it in D.
Give me a letter and draw me rose-
And all the things that a girl loves in bows-
Skipping like stones on the string and the floor,
Give me your picture to pin on my door.
Oh average and dulled in glitter of stages,
Someone to stand with me and turn all my pages,
Write me a past that is louder than mine,
Forget: in a minuet of three-four time.
Forced rhyme and cliche all in one- at least i've achieved *something*
Note: read the poem in the rhythm of a minuet, the last word on each line counting for the 2&3 beats as well, of the bar.
Imma thinks for you too, *Doublecrash