Attempting Poetry Part II

I've been criticized that i can't do poetry but I don't give up easily. I wish you can hear me read it out loud to you while you're on the balcony while I'm outside your garden brasing the rain. Anyway here's something i can write about my weekend.

WEEKEND

I'm out for a party,

To drink and have fun,

I make many friends,

All night I shook hands,

Some are shy,

Ask I will to why?

And she reply,

All I can think of,

Is your little one.

by Ed

I hope I'm improving.... I don't want to dissapoint my readers. By the way when she said "my little one" is actually my pinky finger, coz it's cute.