Rap Poem

Look everyone my addiction to horrible improv rap is catching on;

dear a.hough,
yo!
i miss you like whoa...
where did you go?
i just feel so low
from my head to my toe
i would pay any amount of dough
or even make up with my foe
or let you date joe
a million lawns i'd even mow (manual labor = ew)
or read edgar ellan poe
and get in a row
with rachel zoe
just to know
that we'd go back to status quo.
because i miss you so!
no?

-from my fan Christine from Chicago