When I waxed poetic,
And compared your eyes
To emerald stars that breached
Their spheres, you said,
Can't you just say
You just like my eyes?
I don't listen, so
I compared your full red lips
To two blooming roses
On a singular stem.
Man, you said,
You mean you
want a blow?
Not paying attention,
I compared your *******
To ripened melons
Waiting to be peeled.
You like my ****?
I realized you were no poet.
So, I remarked,
I like your gorgeous ***!
Must you be so crass!
I heard.