I wrote you a poem.
You said that you liked it.
I added a ****.
You could say that I spiked it.

You left me no comment.
You said not a word.
Now it sits there unwanted.
My poem's now curd.

I could write you another.
A little less rhymey?
Something romantic.
Not nearly as grimey?

I'll leave out the ****.
The ***** and the lows.
I could write you of sorrow.
Of heartache and woes.

Just tell me dear reader.
What do you want?
Love and raw passion?
Except leave out the -unt?