The deep dark blackness is dark...
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Very apt, Bartholomew, very apt.
To my beloved one
Ah! My love why cannout thou see
Just how much I love thee.
I feel so desperate and weak
Because I haven’t seen you for a week.
Without you I’m just a mope
Drowning in tears, so throw me rope
And give my life hope.
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it is even worse that I expected... hee hee... but it was fun!
Are you so very annoyed about Wednesday?
You won’t confine yourself here,
to be exact;
are you earnest at last,
then we must hurry
to arrange your contract.
Everyone’s raving about Wednesday.
I was distinguished inside that day, you know.
I stretched my neck with nervous looks to see,
where I lived was gone,
along with the light from that day,
my clothes are the same and I know
somewhere are my books of select accounting.
Are you aware of this fact about Wednesday?
Speaking of bad poetry, here's my ode to latex!
Latex, oh Latex black!
Thou art the clothes of fetishism
It is because of thee
That a dominatrix can be
So domineering of men
who suffer at thine hand.
Catsuit, Latex gloves.
There is no darkness, there is no light, there is only Lasagne!
Your rod and reel are waiting
The air has cooled way down
The water is clear and inviting
Why don’t you just go fishing?
You’ve worked hard all week
Worries have weighted you down
Now that the week is ending
Why don’t you just go fishing?
Blood pressure needs to be lowered
And tempers need to calm
You need your time for thinking
Why don’t you just go fishing?
Take one of the kids with you
You have a memory to make
I know it all sounds tempting
Why don’t you just go fishing?
The lawn needs a mowing
The gutters could be cleaned
House work will still be waiting
Why don't you just go fishing?
I've finally found something I've good at: Bad Poetry!!!
Last edited by Granny5; 09-26-2007 at 02:10 PM. Reason: Forgot a line.
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Inspired by a Cinquain by Cdn
You fog up my glasses,
Like a walk in Miami
Like the forest in Thailand
Humid after a rain
Like the glass in the shower
Like the car when we make out
You fog up my glasses
Come fog them again.
Come give me a Kleenex
So at least I can see you
If only for a moment
As your lips meet mine
Flick your tongue on my ear lobe
In my hair run your fingers
You can write our initials
Come fog me again
Let's see woul I rather clean the guttes or go fly fishing? Hmmm exit stage right! A very good bad poem, Granny.
Granny, I just realized I must have hit the wrong button when I responded to your poem. I didn't mean to let my bad poem get in the way of your bad poem...oh well.
Are ally
Bad poem?
se non e vero, e molto ben'trovato