This poetry lacks proper tempo And so it fails to make a heart go I think - perhaps - when comes "next time" You shouldn't post a hopeless rhyme

You see - and what I say is true -
It's something emo teens all do:
Talking about their broken hearts
Before experience even starts

Anyway, the point is this:
Your meter's shot, the song's amiss,
And here we reach my comment's end,
And I shall rate you "nil-of-ten".

Nice rhyme.

This inspired me. I've written parody lyrics to "My Humps" by the Black Eyed Peas, which I call "His Bone"

What's he gonna do with all them bones?
All them bones for which he moans?
He's gonna sniff your pheromones,
Work up them hormones with his bone.
His bone, his bone, his bone, his bone, his bone,
His bone, his bone, his bone, his stiffy with his stones.

He makes these bitches wild,
Don't treat him like a child,
He struts up like a good boy,
They buy him all these chew toys,
Kong and Zombie Fever,
Squeaky little beaver,
Spunky Pup, chew it up,
Throw a ball without a cup and
Baby, he ain't beggin',
But he might hump your leg 'n,
Give him treats, Beggin' Strips,
Kneel and he'll show you more than tips
Waggin' as he grips
Your presenting hips
While your pants he rips
Into tiny little strips.

His bitch (bitch), his bitch, his bitch, his bitch (bitch),
You itchin' for his bone (bitch),
His bone, his bone, his bone (bitch),
His bone it's got you

He's got me knotted.
(Oh) Knotted with him in a bind, with your souls intertwined.
He's got me knotted.
(Oh) Knotted with him in a bind, your hinds aligned, confined.

What's he gonna do with all them bones?
All them bones for which he moans?
He's gonna sniff your pheromones,
Work up them hormones with his bone.
What's he gonna do with all that tongue,
All that tongue inside that maw,
He's gonna badger you with his paw,
With his paw, with his paw,
Cos of his bone (ha), his bone, his bone, his bone (what),
His bone, his bone, his bone (bone), his stiffy with his stones (check it out)

I met a doggie down at the shelter,
Rescued him, escaped from the welter,
He could be my alpha, I could be his beta,
The mark of a zeta,
I take his cum in my virgin bum,
Slurp his cum, and yum yum,
Take his cum in my virgin bum, take his cum all niiiiiiight.

They say he should be neutered,
That he should have no suitor,
They want to take him to the vet,
Thinkin' sex is such a threat,
Tryin' a take his stones, stones,
Makin' him wear cones, cones,
Tie it up, but please don't cut it,
If you cut it, he might be a fatty,
You don't want him fatty,
No, not fatty, no, no, not fatty,
So don't take out his testes,
Give him a chance, please,
Just give him a test squeeze,
And stroke his bone.

His bone, his bone, his bone, his bone,
His bone, his bone, his bone, his bone, his bone, his bone,
His stiffy and his stones (stones)
His stiffy and his stones (stones)
His stiffy and his stones (stones)
His bone that makes you moan (stones)
His humpin' got you,

He's got me knotted.
(Oh) Knotted with him in a bind, with your souls intertwined.
He's got me knotted.
(Oh) Knotted with him in a bind, your hinds aligned, confined.

What's he gonna do with all them bones?
All them bones for which he moans?
He's gonna sniff your pheromones,
Work up them hormones with his bone.
What's he gonna do with all that tongue,
All that tongue inside that maw,
He's gonna badger you with his paw,
With his paw, with his paw,
What's he gonna do with all them bones?
All them bones for which he moans?
He's gonna sniff your pheromones,
Work up them hormones with his bone.
What's he gonna do with all that tail,
All that tail up on that rear,
He's gonna make, make, make you cheer,
Make you cheer, cheer, make you cheer.

(A-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha) [x4]

He's got me knotted.
(Oh) Knotted with him in a bind, with your souls intertwined.
He's got me knotted.
(Oh) Knotted with him in a bind, your hinds aligned, confined.

So full [x17]

lol, I enjoyed it.