I want to take you/
in my ragtop to the beach,/
back into love’s reach.
OR
… away from love’s reach.
I want to take you/
in my ragtop to the beach,/
back into love’s reach.
OR
… away from love’s reach.
Since your parents,
children,
siblings,
grandchildren
are family,
you can’t lose them,
so it’s logical
to dump me.
I thought that I
was more support than that
but you sleep with your dog,
and can’t kick a cat.
So without a doubt,
I’m the one that should be left out.
And so again,
I am.
Since your parents,
children,
siblings,
grandchildren
are family,
you can’t lose them,
so it’s logical
to dump me.
I thought that I
was more support than that
but you sleep with your dog,
and can’t kick a cat.
So without a doubt,
I’m the one that should be left out.
And so again,
I am.
I wonder what it/
would feel like to have someone/
like you crush on me?
If I text you that/
I have a crush on your deep [OR hot]/
genius, does that work?
Visible butt cracks/
on plumbers or Hog riders /
are not attractive.
She won’t believe ’til/
I wrap her up so much there’s/
no other options.
Each weird thing I do,/
ev’ry strange event, I’m sure/
you’ll always like them.
PLUS
I can’t help but think about you
with almost every weird thing I do.
You may pretend not to care
or even want to be there,
but I dig how your enthusiasm’s true.
No matter how sucky your day is/
there’s always the potential for this:/
that I will pop by and do/
some weird thing to shake your blues/
or at least give you laughter’s sweet bliss.
[Happy Birthday to the big E/
with her own limerick poetry!]