Strawberry girl

We called her strawberry girl

For she loved strawberries

And wore shirts

With meaningless strawberries upon them


we were quite close to being friends

Until she told me

How you loved her.

She blushed, got all red

Like a strawberry, I thought

"But your friendship's more important!",

she told me.

By that time

I had already stopped listening.

So I told strawberry girl

How I was over you

How I hated you now.

She believed me of course

You are so lucky, drummerboy.

Strawberry girl's stupid enough

To give you up.

For me.

I hate strawberries.