A love burns bright in Brooklyn.
I love twizzlers.
I love beer.
I love Elaine when she’s near.
I love her Method cleaning spray.
I love her when together we are gay.
I love sharing chai lattes.
Or stories of hairy hot-ays.
I love her when she’s sweaty from yoga.
I’d love her even if she wore a toga.
I love her covered in ‘mallow goo.
With love we’ll always bbq
I’ll mow her lawn in the backyard
While wearing a lavendar mosquito guard
Yes our love is no match for any man
So you better watch your back Sam.
The end.
By Dre (with a little help from Katie Courtien)
