Pick up...pick up...that self asteem! Put on that camolfladge...your going on a date...it will be great...dont be late...is it fate..you ask? You have the Power, to buy her a Flower, you have to pick her up in a Hour, when you go out to eat, show some class and make sure the food you dont Devour!

You ask what is the Time, you plan on writing that sexy girl a Rhyme, yet your hair is dirty like Slime, your hair is so nasty, it should be a Crime. When you meet her, you look into her Eyes, you realize she is a Prize, so you take her to McDonalds and get super Size...Fries!

Lol, I am not a poet...did you know it? This was meant to be funny, not serious lol.