A Poem by Tom.

Here's a poem I thought I'd post tell me what y'all think.

He pretended to be a poet true,
and write for the love of Mary Lou.
He said when he gazed into her eyes,
he saw the sun in summer, rise.
But really, he saw his own reflection
of his inner "self perfection"

He wrote poems saying she was humble, and meek;
that she had a voice like angels sweet
But he meant that he was sweet, and kind,
and had an amazing, brilliant mind.
He boasted that he loved her true,
and " Hopelessly, hoped she loved him too"

He wrote things he did deem were sweet,
but they had a stink like rotten meat;
they stunk with the smell of haughty, pride
And were only covered, with a patterned hide.
He said he loved sweet Mary Lou,
he said he loved her through, and through;
but really what he meant to say
is "I love my self in every way."

-Tom