I’m honored you open your gates to me
occasionally.
And if I fervently ask it,
you lower your heart’s basket
by nightfall
that I may scale your wall
again
and win.
Category Archives: IMbic Poems 4an IMprov Age
Confusion Intrusion: Romantic IMprov Limerick
I’m sorry for the intrusion
and adding to your confusion,
but maybe you won’t mind
getting a little behind
if it removes your sad illusion.
Being On A Roll: Romantic IMprov Sonnet
She said:
“You are on a roll!”
To which I responded
(in a tone rather droll):
“I’d rather be on you.
or you on me.
Like peanut butter with jam.
Like fresh bread and honey.
Like warm milk and white bread
fresh from the oven
having you spread
on me is just good lovin’!”
When I’ve lived so long gluten-free,
being on a roll sounds mighty tasty.