Mon skills de persuasive. (this is not perfect french)

So I was going through my mail and deleting the old stuff when I came across this "poem" I made. I have no recollection of the poem or what ran through my head when I made this. Seems like I made two and sent it to +Sriaparna Reddy

Poem 1:
There once lived a girl
With beautiful lock of hair.
Then came a boy
Who looked like a bear.

He followed her around
and teased her a lot
And when the time came
He made up a plot

He tried to follow his plans
But all were in vain
He didn't have any plan B
So he suffered with pain.

He had no other choice
It may leave him off the hook
So will you please ever
Come back on facebook?

And when you come back
Don't turn your back, never
So if you do come back
Stay there forever.

I had no idea I actually sent this to her. I guess my persuasive skills aren't that bad after all B-|

P.S I take everything back, I do not mean anything especially the parts "there once lived a beautiful girl" and "who looked like a bear".

I guess I took it upon myself as a challenge to bring her back. In the end I can say - Challenge Completed. B)

Anyway it turns out there is an another poem after Aparna rejected my first one. That bitch.

Poem 2 - 

The stars shine bright at night

And when i glance they shimmer.

It is one of the most beautiful sight

And it cannot be better.

They remind me of your presence

Cause they make my night bright

And a day of their absence

Will never make it quite right.

Come back on Facebook, O might one

Cause they are like lice on ones head

They bite and burn like the sun.

Do come back and give them some meds.

Facebook might not be that good

Stalkers and posters who lost their mood

They come and like pics of food

They have no sense of humor too.

So come back and show them a lesson

A lesson try will ne'er forget.

Will no one be in your succession

And do things you will regret

Smash them, and choke them down

Cause you are the fearless girl

Who fears nothing besides the crown

Which you will soon wear with pearls.

So please come back in Facebook.

And display your immaculate looks.

Cause if your too late, your place shall be taken by Mitch

And will treat everyone like a bitch.

I'm pretty sure Aparna will be reading this. Curse you when you made me occupied my precious time creating this mediocre and lousy poem for an exceptionally loser-like person with an atrocious personality which no kid will look up to or compare him/her/itself with, while I could have used this time to solve and engage in one of the countless scientific questions about space and time and possibly, could have found a valid cure for cancer. Not even a blood-sucking tick would choose to feed of you. Thanks bitch for nothing.