Just a Sty

I have to share this with you. This is perhaps my favourite poem from the book Teen Angst: A Celebration of REALLY BAD Poetry.

I used to be the apple of your eye

But now it seems I'm just a sty

I can't say I miss your love

It must have been a sign from above

I've got to move on to better things

What we had I guess it was just a fling

So say goodbye to days of old

Because our blooming love has turned to mold

Classic.

Anybody feel like sharing? Fortunately, I think I burned all of my own teenage poetry. At least I hope I did.