I have a very bad reason 

For wanting to tell you hello,

So maybe I'll just sit here

And pretend to say no

To all the ideas that come knocking 

At my brain.

I'll say goodbye to all the 

Passing flights of fancy.

I'll put my nose up in the air

At the whimsical way in which

Whimsy comes to call,

And I won't have any thoughts at all

(Or poems).

But what do you know?

I see you coming up

To say hello to me.

I bet you have a very bad reason.

-jenn