Two Kids With A Minion

Just a fun Poem I wrote.

The morning breeze blowing through my hair,

as I sit and watch the two pair.

These two pair were never the same,

these two pair were never to blame.

They sat their and read their books,

unfortunately it was a mishook.

In front of the pages in which they "read",

a mini book full of red.

They snickered and evil laughter came about,

yet I was never really in doubt.

Though the day came when I changed my opinion,

when I saw their little minion. 

It tortured and teased,

it tortured and teased. 

It never gave up,

one day I just said yup.

I gave it a look,

and it went back to reading its "Book".

Then I noticed it was reading a romance,

so I said, "Hey, go read a bromance."

As it did as I said,

It came back thanking me,

and it wrote it down on paper to be read,

for all the world to see.

And that's my tale on two kids with a minion,

yet it was nice minion. 

Author's Note

Like it? Hate it? Oh well, I enjoy writing poetry even though I'm not good at it.

And yes, Minion rhymes with Minion. ;D