*—Top 10 Romantic Movie Lines for an Awful Poem—*

Each verse gets worse– a last-ditch effort to disseminate some quality teen angst before Valentine’s Month is over:

 

I want you to draw me like one of your French girls

But I am nobody’s little weasel.

They say bread is life. And I bake bread,

                                                                            bread,

                                                                                                         bread.

And I sweat

and shovel

                                —You see? The comsumptives plot against me.

You

don’t know how much I need you.  While you’re near me, I don’t feel blue.

Yet, a bird may love a fish, Signore, but where would they live?

So I’m not bitter anymore, because I know that what we had was real and

destiny is something we’ve invented because we can’t stand the fact that

everything that happens is accidental.

And ah Miss Blaine—

                                             you dance like a herd of cattle.

You are a rare woman who lights up a room simply by leaving it!

But mostly I hate the way I don’t hate you.

Not even close,

not even a little bit,

not even at all.