Jul 2013
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!"
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.
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.
