You are my 165th Follower.
I write a poem for you.
Long have I thus awaited this day,
On which I'd write a poem in which I'd say,
That truly you are the very best,
To follow me like the 164 rest.
But you, I'd say are more unique.
Because nothing rhymes with that word really.
And this poem stopped making sense before
But thank you.
Because I like numbers divisible by five.