Eventhough you reject to select a potential prospect.
You turned me down even though I haven't asked yet.
You give no hint that there's hope, but I haven't chanced it.
But keep it up and I'll be that,
naked man on your front porch in a basket.
You make us look, double over our words,
because you're Mrs. Spellcheck.
No admiration from you, I've just never held it.
You cut us up with so many corrections,
that we can not weld it.
Let's stay on topic, you say The Rock is not wanted.
By you, because you know I got it, and it's flaunted.
But Jam I love you just like we all do and you're taunted.
By ETJ's headliners whose headlines are haunted.
By spelling checks, and you correct,
our grammar, we feel like we're in the gauntlet.
You guillotine our sentences not because you're mean.
but because you're goal is to better everybody except for me.
You don't hate flirting but you want us to think...you...do.
You don't want to admit,
you get flattered by approaches but we think......you...do.
It's a risky move,
to write a poem about you,
but what the hell, it's not jail, so I'll do this ting for you.
All the members in the camp let's say it.."We love you!!!"
Love peanut butter with my Jam, it's such a tasty truth..!!!!!

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