and I strive unsuccessfully , as you will see,
to write a romantic love poem,
you know the one , the kind that rhymes with the
moon and stars
hearts and tugging strings all those metaphors
for love safe and warm like a kitten
purr, all done up in honey, dripping
from my tongue
as words come more true from experience
sadly,
tonight I must refrain
put my pen down my earmuffs on
my short pants on
and once again
snuggle up to
my Labrador.
Mar 6, 2016
Mar 6, 2016 at 6:29 AM UTC
and I strive unsuccessfully , as you will see,
to write a romantic love poem,
you know the one , the kind that rhymes with the
moon and stars
hearts and tugging strings all those metaphors
for love safe and warm like a kitten
purr, all done up in honey, dripping
from my tongue
as words come more true from experience
sadly,
tonight I must refrain
put my pen down my earmuffs on
my short pants on
and once again
snuggle up to
my Labrador.
my Labrador snores like a train, therefore the earmuffs, in case anyone wondered.
