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January 4th, 2008 07:14 PM
|What? I was supposed to forward this? Sorry for the delay....|
January 2nd, 2008 08:09 PM
Custom Title Coming up!
December 19th, 2007 06:36 PM
|Sorry Mr. Squid, but I had to vote for Kitten. (And I could not even possibly vote for my own - um - contribution, I may use it later in the garden for fertilizer)|
December 15th, 2007 06:27 PM
|So, who won?|
There once was a carrot from Nantes
Who ran around wearing no pants
The cabbages turned red
and blushing, they said
"Shocking, and he can't even dance!"
Your eyes are like violets,
your beauty divine
your skin like the moon
I must have you mine!
Your voice like a bell
soft to the ears
your touch like a prayer
destroying my fears
But thats what you expect
For many a time love poems are forged
by romantics hopelessly fell
"your eyes are like this, your skin like that"
save me from repetitive hell!
every damn adjective in the book
hath once been weaved to a dame
till all words are forfeit, losing all cause
and it all starts sounding the same
So my poem is different,
for your eyes are just blue
and though your skin is normal
a slight golden hue
your not the ugliest or the prettiest
sad but it's true
It doesn't matter
'cause i love you
There, sitting on the street,
In rags, looking unkempt,
Is a woman, a hag even,
Skin blotchy, it looks hairy to the touch,
Eye’s old sad and yellow
Whisky in hand, she drinks, and sighs,
What had she been?
Why was she here?
My companions walk away,
They do not look back,
I stop, hart wrenched between two choices,
I reluctantly follow my companions,
While they saw a beast, I saw a queen.
I'll keep this open for a week or so.