More bad poetry

BratzBasher’s teacher read some of the kids’ valentines out loud in class today.  Here are snippets from two that BB found particularly memorable:

“Eurydice, Eurydice

How do I confess my love for thee?

Your eyes, your hands, your hair, your body

May I say you’re quite the hottie?”


“I did not wish for us to part.

Your kisses taste like fresh pop tarts.”

What do you think?  Is either of them the next Lord Byron?  If you had to write a cheesy valentine, what would be your best line?



About foo4luv

I'm a married, bum-around-the-house mom with one child, BratzBasher, who is the only thing in the universe cuter than a bunny nose. I enjoy reading, crafts, sewing unusual Halloween costumes, and taking long walks through Jo-Ann. View all posts by foo4luv

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