Poem For Ali

Mister McNally

 ... is not your title. it is NOT YOUR NAME.

Are you insane? In the cute sort of way?

 Let's play a game. A
"Not-Talk-At-Camp-But-Become-Crazy-For-Each-Other-Afterward" Game.

WE WIN! Take some tonic with your gin, Let new games begin! I am not ridden with sin so i don't get kicked in the shin By You. Queen of cool. Not too fru-fru. You do not drool.

 so let's keep obsessin'
 that a certain someone might be undressin'
 and start messin'
 with -us-
 because it would be good
 and you know that we should
 get 2*gether*
 or something.
 word up
 my dear dumpling.

My lovelet.

Your crumpet, -naomi