Ode To Mo R

Oh Mo R, your eyes sparkle like stars,
Your jokes make me laugh,
Your hair is like a wave,
Your shoes are as black as night.
Oh Mo R, roses are red violets are blue
Mo R I need to say I love you.
Oh Mo R, when we have a date I will dance in my beautiful blue and purple ball gown and drink champagne.
Oh Mo R, when we are married I think we should raise chickens together
and I will cook every day for you my love.