POEM/LIMERICK BY POLLARD :); An itch that may never be scratched
Two people that will never be matched
One will sit with a wife
The other with a knife
For their love for each other was detached. A future that will never be known
One will forever sit all alone
The other will rejoice
For they have a choice
Of their future wife and cologne; One will rock two and fro
With emotions that shall never show
They needed a friend
Time for them to spend
Instead of moving through life so slow; But alas, one will care so little
Both of their lives will start to belittle
One with much love
The other one above
Will end up alone in a hospital; OOF
