Ode to BP

Okay, this is your Ode. You better like it. Or I'm taking it back, Indian Giver style.

Oh Bryan. Why am I writing this? I don't know what to say. But this will be better than what you wrote about me. Because I said it would be.

Sometimes the sun shines, and sometimes the clouds cover the sun. And it is these times that it's not sunny. Thunderstorms fill the sky, but I can't see them, and I'm sad. You see them, and I don't. George doesn't like me, but that's okay, cause I still like him. The circles on your walls look like squares to me, and I covet them. Sometimes I concur. Sometimes I don't. Your hair sticks up high, that's neat-o. Dude, you rock. Sometimes.

Oh yea, UFO isn't for aliens.