Poetry Man
By mickleinapickle
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I told her I was a poetry man
with words and songs and dreams to tell.
I said I’d got the rhythm and rhyme.
She said, “Wow! Come and ding my bell.”
I told her she had eyes like sapphires
and two lips like molten honey.
I said her smile was a neon light.
She said, “Coo. I’ve gone all funny.”
I told her she was a shiny moon,
that we should love amongst the heather.
I said we’d dance a naked fling.
She said, “Huh? In British weather?”
I told her my heart was aquiver
and my loins knotted with strings.
I said we’d scale the mounts of love.
She said, “Hmm. You say some weird things.”
I told her we’d live on the furthest isle
without car or phone or telly.
I said I’d sing my poems to her.
She said, “Eek! Not on your nelly!”
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The poetry man is wasted on
The poetry man is wasted on her!
Made me chuckle, Shackleton, although I must admit I would share her misgivings about the British weather. Normally, that is - at the moment, a naked fling would carry more danger of sunburn than goosepimples.
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Ha, ha! Brilliantly clever
Ha, ha! Brilliantly clever and funny Shackleton. Put a fair smile on my face did your poetry.
Jenny.
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