LOVE LETTERS:
Thomas To Rebekkah
Dear Rebekkah,
I will wreak ya,
If you mess my room.
I’ll pound your head
Till you are dead,
And sweep you out with a broom.
Rebekkah To Thomas
Dear Thomas,
I promise
That I’ll not be nice.
I’ll cover your bed
With mustard and bread
And fill all your undies with ice.
