I really can’t do the dance
But I think we have a sort of romance
For I always think of you
When I feel a little blue.
Don’t be jealous but in my desk drawer
Two Bottles of Pepto await when I’m on the floor.
I could write leafs to your hevenly hue
But instead this poem will have to do.
In my closet lie clothes in that exact shade of pink
A fitting tribute, I do think.
When my stomach starts to rumble
Your taste makes my heart a tumble.
Four out of Five Doctors can’t be wrong
I've been with you all along.
Based on True Events