Love Needs Binoculars
The sun is lovely in the sky.
On the sun's surface you will fry.
What, from this, do we learn?
Love from afar, or else burn.
That girl is pretty, yes it's true,
But no prettier standing next to you.
Closer she gets, the sharper her flaws:
A huge Adam's apple and a hairy jaw.
Silent, mysterious, far away,
Your heart can always have its say.
Bring her closer, into your life,
Soon you'll be stuck with a wife.
Sex, in fantasy, always goes well.
No fumbling, rashes, or awkward smells.
No bra strap struggles or pregnancies.
And don't get me started on S.T.Ds.
So to summarize these frantic rants,
Keep your passion in your pants.
I hope you think my reasoning fine.
(Because now I'll make your woman mine.)
Thursday, April 30, 2009
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2 comments:
Your poems cheer me up...
I'm glad. I tend not to get a lot of comments on my poems, but I suspect that's just because people don't know what to say. :-)
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