A Poem

My poor Ian is so sad
I don't like it when he feels bad
He needs a hug and so do I
If i don't see him soon we both will cry
Europe is creeping far to fast
If i don't see him soon i don't think i'll last
The summer has come and soon will be over
Theres no way he could get a ticket to Dover
I wont leave my Ian in his sad sad state
Before i leave we'll have a play date
That sounded dirty, it was not meant that way
i was just looking for a way to say.....
I miss you ian, i hope you feel better soon,
I'll miss you when i'm gone, you great big goon.