outside the roller rink.
You had a Spuds McKenzie dog,
and you made my mood ring pink.
My Trapper Keeper held your picture,
a Pee-Chee held my thoughts.
I wrote your name in my Filofax
in yellow Marks-A-Lot.
I searched for you on Friendster
and asked you to be mine.
You wrote me on MySpace and said
"That would be just fine."
I sent you a fax in which
I asked if you'd be true.
You left a message on my pager:
"Beep beep means 'I love you.'"
It's sad that after all these years
we have to say goodbye.
But I texted you five minutes ago
and I GOT NO FUCKING REPLY.