I’m really bad at list poems, so here is my attempt:
Lines for the fortune cookie
If you scratch the surface and it isn’t a million pounds it’s okay don’t cry.
The story of your birth is the best story I have ever heard.
Don’t believe in adverts.
Your name is Peter Andre and you know the meaning of life.
The solution to being ill is to eat curry and ice cream.
Jackie Hagan says you are generous buffet of crisps. I would like to specify you are ready salted.
You will write the next best seller it will be reviewed by the New York Times they will lurve it. They will spell it lurve to convey their deep appreciation and humility in the face of your genius.
You will be the first human being ever to live on Mars.
Only take your socks off when you really like them. Otherwise don’t bother.
You are ten different kinds of cute that have been listed alphabetically.
The world is an oyster.