Rebecca always hated me
I know, because she said:
And if I passing, spoke to her
I might as well be dead
For all the interest she would show.
But I would always try:
And she might glance up from her book
Or not, as I went by.
But then, one day, she spoke to me
And asked me if I had
A copy of Persuasion
She could borrow for a tad
I said I did, and brought it on
The very next of days;
Rebecca took it with a glance
That turned into a gaze
“You like me, Owen, don’t you?”
I did not know what to say —
“Well, don’t. Because I don’t like you,”
And so I went away
But lo, the years have gone
And I now see what I mistook –
Rebecca
If you’re out there —
Can I have
My fricking book?
Hahahaha! I like this one.
I’m glad, this was one of my favorites. That girl hated me.
Hahaha good one XD did not see that ending coming 😀
I wish it wasn’t a true story.
I still want my damn book.
And I have two other copies. But that’s not the point, ding dang it!
This made me smile 🙂
Hey Rebecca! get ur butt here and bring that book back 🙂
Thanks. I appreciate the support for me and my one-book-short library.
Why is it so difficult to get our books back? Ha! Good poem.
I don’t know. I think I’ve populated a library worth of books for other people. Thanks.
Hhaahhaah I was not expecting that end. Did she at least gave the book back?
No. I’m still mad about it. Even though I have two other copies.
Brilliant, haha! -Fallen
If you happen a cross Jenny can you please ask for my LP’s back!