dafydd manton
08-21-2010, 08:30 AM
Splinters in my Heart.
In affairs of the heart I'm not very good
I think me left ventricle's made out of wood.
And though this romance thing is oft called fantastic
It's no flaming use if me arteries are plastic.
I try to write stuff that's all nice and romantic
But then it comes out all pathetic and frantic.
I try to find ways to put you in my work
And then I wind up like some bumbling berk.
I try to find ways to get to your heart
I reach for me arrow, but I use a blunt dart.
I try to find words, an affectionate term,
But I screw up the rhyme, or I use the wrong worm...
I try to find things that'll make you feel good
Then out comes me auricle, fashioned of wood.
I wish that I'd stuck to the flying, and rugger
Instead of this rhyme, where I look a daft ...........
And so I resolve, and I do it right here
I'm off down the pub for a gallon beer.
(My love is like a red, red nose.)
Justin Eidelburger. 2010
In affairs of the heart I'm not very good
I think me left ventricle's made out of wood.
And though this romance thing is oft called fantastic
It's no flaming use if me arteries are plastic.
I try to write stuff that's all nice and romantic
But then it comes out all pathetic and frantic.
I try to find ways to put you in my work
And then I wind up like some bumbling berk.
I try to find ways to get to your heart
I reach for me arrow, but I use a blunt dart.
I try to find words, an affectionate term,
But I screw up the rhyme, or I use the wrong worm...
I try to find things that'll make you feel good
Then out comes me auricle, fashioned of wood.
I wish that I'd stuck to the flying, and rugger
Instead of this rhyme, where I look a daft ...........
And so I resolve, and I do it right here
I'm off down the pub for a gallon beer.
(My love is like a red, red nose.)
Justin Eidelburger. 2010