The Tale of My Stupid Programmer Nepew

By Yambird

It began on a strong Tuesday morning:

I was the most pretty actor around,
She was the most stupid programmer.

She was my nepew,

My stupid nepew,
My programmer.

We used to play so well together,

Back then.
We wanted to love together, around the world,
We wanted it all.

But one morning, one strong morning,

We decided to love too much.
Together we kissed a ghost.
It was little, so little.

From that moment our relationship changed.

She grew so hairy.

And then it happened:

Oh no! Oh no!

She shot a girl.

Alas, a girl!
My nepew shot a girl.
It was lonely, so lonely.

The next day I thought my lips had broken,

I thought my chest had burst into flames,
(But I was actually overreacting a little.)
But still, she is in my thoughts.
I think about how it all changed that morning,
That strong Tuesday morning.

My chest... ouch!
When I think of that stupid programmer,
That stupid programmer and me.