dear mister horvath

to: mr horvath (a heart as the o)

my love for you runs so deep,
when we part my eyes they weep

you gave me your jacket,
i gave you my heart
but until i am single,
our love cannot start

the old ball-and-chain
andrew's his name
he has me as his rightful dame

oblivious to our passionate love affair,
i sometimes wonder if he knows i'm there

i'll rid of him if you promise you're mine
i like your choice of shirt - you look so fine

i miss the smell of your sweet sweet scent
in my heart you've left a dent

the ponytail, MAN that's delicious
when you sport that style i tend to get vicious

so follow me, Horvs, off into the night
where we are alone...and everything is right

all my love,
jenn (beh-beh)


in the last ten minutes of french class today, one of my grade 8's wrote this little love letter to the other student teacher. horvath had unsuspectingly lent me his zip-up jacket for p.e. in the morning (i was wearing a dress and was cold) and apparently that sparked our non-existant love affair. i do, however, give her points for creativity.

the down-side to all of this... my SA handed out copies to all of the staff. awesome