mellow yellow

A feat of lyrical genius by my liv;

Ode to Alex,
you're not perspex.

I can't see through you,
cos you're opaque and true
though your feet could fly
in your wonderfunk shoes,
you're a friend i would choose.

When i'm with you i laugh and laugh,
i love you so much i wish i was a cow
and you were my calf.

Hugs and cuddles.
If a splash was to spray you
i would punish the puddle.

ODE TO A TRIPOD

Tripod, oh Tripod
your legs are so fine.
Without me you fall,
but with three you're sublime.

Theres James with his squeaking,
and Tash with her fall,
Alex could be a robot,
if R2D2 were tall.

All your mums have got penii,
there's seven not eight.
They're lidded - you see guys-
dont get lairy, its great!

Our faces are yeeeeee,
so the licence plate says,
but if three become ipod,
dont you LOL, you'll be dead.

As you can see, i write a mean rhyme