Love Poem: I'Ve Met

I'Ve Met

I met this odd bald guy. His name's Frank
He has told jokes bout babies that sank 
By the quick count of three
My bleeding ears had fleed
From his quips like skunks I call them junk

I've met this girl of gold called Chelsea
Comes all the way from the windy sea
With her silly diction
As a gag depiction
Her words call for stand up comedy