I'm sending this one to Dr. Dre yo! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Cynthia, you're gone, You're taking too long. I got my flute, cuz I wanna go toot toot. I'll play for you You play for me too. I still want to learn guitar. And we'll look at your star. Maybe I'll learn a song it probably won't be too long. I'll play it for you when you get back. and then for me it's hit the road jack. Going to california i'll bring back something for ya. I'm gonna swim in the ocean, maybe buy me some love potion. I'll pimp da hos, Straight G from my head to my toes. We'll party all night, It's going to be tight! Wish you could come, Maybe get you some. I know we will, The offer to come is open still. We'll eat, drink, and frollic(sp? lol) I'll spell your name in the sand with a stick.(notsure if that rhymes but oh well) I'll take lots of pictures, Maybe get you some Stickers. Who knows right? All I know is that it'll be out of sight. You can come and kick it, we'll find a flower, I'll let you pick it. I'm going to learn to surf, And that beach will be my turf! I'm going to dominate, all you niggas don't hate. We'll be up all night and day,. Forever, I'll want to stay. I won't want to come back, Cuz Arizona is straight WACK. I need a change, I know it might sound strange. I want out of here, I'll drive, and you can steer. I need a new everything, If I had the money, chu ching$$. I'd go in a heartbeat, i'd pick you up on your street. You could come with me We'll get you an asian boy named chung chi. I just want to runaway I definitely don't want to stay. If I could I would. But I can't so I'm done with this chant. I miss ya man Piper's in the can. Come back and we'll chill and if you don't, I might kill. ok, I'm done I hope you like your poems hun. C- Cute girl Y- Y must you be gone? N- Never leave again cuz this nigga is BORED!! T- Time to come home. H- Have fun though, don't want to ruin your vacation just cuz you miss me horribly. I- I want you to come with me to buy a flute. A- Aww, the end of this poem. ;) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Cynthia oh Cynthia, Where for art thou Cynthia?(I don't know how you spell it) Tis Nobler to be home, Roses are red, Violets are blue, I am here being bored, And you should be too! And everyone lived happily, Ever After! ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ You're gone, I'm here, you're having fun, Here it's QUEER. I want a flute, I want it now. So I can make sounds like "toot." We can form a band, You can sing, and if you get nervous, I'll hold your hand. This is a Lame poem, But what do you expect? I need a new comb(I couldnt think of what else rhymed with poem).