Sorry, Emma. You look cute and all, but no one will ever rock a Union Jack dress like Ginger Spice. 

Sorry, Emma. You look cute and all, but no one will ever rock a Union Jack dress like Ginger Spice. 

I counted red flags instead of eggs, but my basket was full as I listened to what I thought was your love song. I guess I was just playing a garbled game of telephone.
I found this on a slip of paper in my room. I often write bad, drunken poetry (and forget about it the next day).