You apparently "Wuv" me, even though I'm insane
You enjoy texting me, though I've got half a brain
And I enjoy texting back, even when it gives me distress
Because every other day, I swear, you PMS
But that's okay, you silly little nubcake,
Because I still laugh anyway, even when you hit me with a rake
Actually, I don't think you've ever done that
Does this poem make my hips look fat?
... Wait, that last part didn't make any sense
Hamburger, eskimo, sunflower, screwdriver, garden fence
That's all the randomness I get when I think of you,
Though I think it's obvious I used "Fence" to rhyme... aw, poo.
Aw, crap, you gave me ADD once