Face Book Love

It was Face Book love

No need for new clothes to wear

Doe’s the toilet paper roll over or under

No need to  share

Kissed the wrong girl

Gave me a Cold sore to remember

But I don’t mind

Because you say you’re not coming to December

Snow will be the only cold on my mind

It was face Book love

I got thirteen cats you’ll never know

Got hit by a baseball bat

In a bar room fight

But that crooked nose not on my page

And that broken lip

Will never kiss your lips

And I never chew tobacco

When I chat with you

It was Face Book Love

You come dance on my lap

My teeth so bad

Barely can chew on an apple

What this blind man can’t do

This blind man won’t say

And I don’t go to church

And my mother says it’s time

But I just won’t go away          Craig Champlin October 17 2011