Meet Mr. Yellow.
He’s a jolly old fellow,
And today he was feeling extremely mellow,
So he decided to go to his new neighbor’s house and say ‘hello.’
At some point of their conversation, he asked her if she liked jell-o
‘Hell no,’
Cried the Filipino,
‘But I do love marshmallows!’
'Me too!' Mr. Yellow bellowed.
They soon discovered they had a lot in common; like they both loved Othello,
and that they both played the cello.
They were both allergic to tomatoes,
and hated people with afro's.
They both loved reading, also.
They were both born forty-five years ago.
They both had cousins named Alfredo.
They both loved the colour indigo.
They both hated velcro.
They both had visited Mount Kilimanjaro.
They hate most modern music, specially Techno.
They loved avacados.
But it was now getting late, and Mr. Yellow had to go.
But he promised he would keep coming to and fro
To meet his lovely neighbour, the Filipino
But before he left, though
She gave him a small momento.
A small penguin shaped pillow.
Then Mr. Yellow said 'ciao.'
But he made a vow;
he would come back to her, some how.
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Um. This honestly makes no sense. I was just bored o.o
