A Bad Love Poem

When I first saw you,
I knew you were you.

I felt like I had eaten
A bottle of glue
Because I couldn't take
My eyes off you.

Your hair is incredibly fluffy,
Like a pompom with static electricity.

I have never met anyone with
A disposition like yours;
You're as unique as one of those kayaks
That has two oars.

You are the duct tape of my shop—irreplaceable.

You're the satellite dish of my TV—
Without you, I only get three channels.