The market was out of beer I now see why Roses make us nice and happy
These flowers are all blooming in loves great great year At least my wife isn't Slappy
A purple nip rests on my brow as angels Sleep in central park
Scotland pub A Fellow Leapt into my heart
Decadent chocolate drizzled with fantastic overalls
are like summers waning moon....
daffodils are Sweetly playing
in this poem I am saying
press my face into Apple cider because lovers are one eternal spider
with legs thin and crisply taught poking at this Gentle thought
in a cooking Pot all clear of any spots but yellow polka-dots
an army cot.
You're such a talented poet that even your crap poems are interesting.
ReplyDeleteYour opening line is fantastic: "I now see why roses make us nice and happy"---
Your next line is terrible. You rhymed slappy with happy. Good job.
hahaha purple nip on my brow..that's funny
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