Romeo
The nomeo
Can't love you as much as I
For you I cry
I will search the world over for you my love
For I have asked the Lord above
To help find you my romantic dove
Cupid
Is also really acting stupid
He has ran out of arrows
He's now flying with the sparrows
His bow is broken
Because he too has awoken
His last arrow hit the target
Now he has regret
But I will not let
Him touch
What means so much
His advice no longer heeded
His arrows no longer needed
Oh, Juliet
I'll find you yet
OH sigh this one even with the
riddles of pun is so good
Lady Peg
Love Angie
Hark! What light through yonder window breaks?
Dayum! You have your brights on again.
Great fun with your poem.
Susan