Dear Amber-Rose,

You should really leave prose,

I hate your writing it's such a bore,

You just shouldn't write anymore,

I begging you please just go,

Your words are terrible and have no flow,

So please Amber do us a favor,

Leave now and ask questions later.

Her eyes are a sweet ocean of blue,

Her hair is waves of auburn from a falling autumn leaf,

Her voice is the melody of a gentle songbird,

Her whisper is a soft summer breeze,

Her smile is the northern star,

Her screams are booming thunder,

Her tears, falling rain,

Her pain is jolting lighting,

Her apologies are sunny days,

Her laugh is an earthquake,

Her anguish is a flood,

Her name is Mother Nature