She brings me coffee in bed.
I propose a violin accompaniment.
Some babka, with nice-crumbly-in-bed
Streusel topping,
A concerto we could make!
Her derision snorted so loud,
The mollusks on the beach
From their shells come out.
"Good luck with that,
Put that fantasy on
Your **** poetry site,
Cause that is the closest you will ever get!"
Jul 5, 2013
Jul 5, 2013 at 7:31 AM UTC
She brings me coffee in bed.
I propose a violin accompaniment.
Some babka, with nice-crumbly-in-bed
Streusel topping,
A concerto we could make!
Her derision snorted so loud,
The mollusks on the beach
From their shells come out.
"Good luck with that,
Put that fantasy on
Your **** poetry site,
Cause that is the closest you will ever get!"
Your every command....and a true story, of course!
Everything she says can and will be used against her in the court of poetic justice.
See a "A Poet's Anthem"
Even she laughed before punching me in the arm...
Consider yourself warned, as well. Coffee with no cake awaits.
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