A Grand Bouquet

A grand bouque is lovely yeah
Because it has some lovely yeah
And when you'll give it to your yeah
Your yeah will really say yeah

Though yeahs are yeah and you're not yeah
You're still yeah like them and yeah
Because our yeah will always yeah
Our grand bouquet with all the yeah

OK!
Welcome to YWS!

Now, when I clicked on your poem, I expected some Pride-and-Prejudice type Edwardian flowery poem about a ball or dance. What I got was a poem that did not make any sense, and left me a little confused. My friend read it and she agrees that it does not appear to make sense at all.

A very muddled and confused piece! I won't even start on the grammar.

Mia

UM... Yeah... wow. May i ask what enticed you to add this and to try to consider this poetry as regards to you're yeahs'?

Hey! It's really different, and since I recently went to a Live-Literature evening and saw some people perform - yes, perform - their poetry, I really think this is the sort of thing that is perfect for that. I'm not sure it fully works 'on paper', but read out, maybe with a beat through clicking fingers, and some funky emphasis this would be something really nice to perform if you have a Verse and Drama thing at your school.

And your above comment... I think you mean "your yeahs"... sorry, I'm a grammar freak and stuff like that annoys me. Lol
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