I've Got You, My Snocone

When your name comes up,
And flashes on my phone.
I no longer feel alone,
Because I've got you, my snocone.
I know this poem is odd,
I know this poem is weird.
But I love you,
Like Ke$ha loves your beard.
So take my hand,
And we shall begin.
Our adventure awaits,
In summer of twenty ten.