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Boy Named Jay


You might think, this is not true

But I was in love, with a bamboo

Bamboo disguised as an angel

the same night of the Barbeque

The night where I passed my curfew.

 

I stood beside the buffet

I saw you walking halfway

I was in pure dismay

As my legs began to turned into hard clay

 

My heart told me ̈hooray ̈ but

my thoughts told me ̈runaway ̈

Because i knew you would start your wordplay

So you can win your friend ́s survey 

And then complete your getaway

 

We then met up the next day

You said i'm the one who takes your breath away

the other girls were just a display

So your friend can have a good day

I believed you in every single way

 

You spoke and i began to obey

You called and i came in a hurry

Even though it was a rainy day

And you lived very far away

 

You took me to a layaway

And there you began to overpay

Using the money from my payday

To impress the girl in the front named moray

 

I began to get a toothache 

But then it was a headache 

At last my body decayed

 

You asked me for my chevrolet

And i did not disobey

You then began to drive away 

Leaving me in the alleyway

 

I knew i made a mistake 

One i will never replay

Falling, for the boy named Jay

At least I have a topic for an essay

 
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