If that were any cuter, you couldn't look at it or you'd die.

The mighty Last Tiamat of gross verbage

Happily assumed the center stage

With each paragraph growing hotter and hotter

She pretty much blew me right out of the water

Good lord! My my! What an impressive essay!

There most certainly can be none to compare

There is so much I would love to say

But you've gone and right fuzzled my hair

The words! The collections of letters

Come together and fit great, so cool!

Not to mention that high talent of hers

For not only obeying but breaking each rule

Your grasp of all things literary

Sets you a great deal apart

And this spiffypants walking dictionary

Has gone and stolen my heart

Go on, gryphoness, and go on some more!

Give us all more stories of great spiff!

Your witty verbosity shall never bore

This much-impressed tiedyed griff

Next, just a wee babble. I started SPEAKING poetry, doing my usual channel on-the-go thing, and felt all artistic and stuff, so I wrote for a while. I was really more verbal at the moment, though, and sputtered out rather early (I can hear what you're thinking, people. Put the immature premature jokes down. Put 'em down. Put them down and nobody gets hurt. That's it. Right down, now. Anyway, it would hit too close to realit-damn!).

I sit here whittling off the time

Oh, the sound of my computer's whine!

While I pursue this wee fancy of mine

To subtly make all my poems make sense.

I don't know why they have to scan

It's not like I work to some odd plan

They're just there

Inside the air

Around my hair

I try to make up something but it so swiftly falls flat

When I try to cop another's style I find no help in that

It's mad, it is, and that is true, of this you can be sure

Which probably makes up about all of the stuff's allure

Trying some new patterns, as you can see. Now, it's been a while since I wrote some lovey-dovey poetry, and even though I've noone to write it about at the moment, I felt the need to come with a general appraisal. Whatever, eh? Just don't E-mail me telling you the colour of your eyes, 'cause then I'll get all nervous and think you're going in for the kill. ^.-

(like that would EVER happen)

I had to write a poem for you about your lovely eyes!

Now now, there's no need to act with such surprise.

They twinkle, shimmer, sparkle and illuminize

Like all those little shiny things above us in the skies.

I look so deep into the blue

Or if they're not, whatever hue

I forget and want to look at more of you

But there's nothing that I can do.

My mind is hypnotized

Sterilized

Analyzed

Anaesthetized

Paralyzed

Euthenized

Synthesized

Supervized

Realized

And that's when I see

What you mean to me

Staring through

Your eyes of blue

Brown, Green or Hazel, too

I want to tell you good and true

To tell you words that might sound new

My dear, dear friend, I look into your eyes and

I

Love

You

See? All sweet and happy. Er. Sort-of. Well, it's a damn sight better than some of them ol' romantic poets. Worse messy ends than Shakespeare, let me tell you.