Poem Thing

These are entries to a Washington Post competition

asking for a rhyme

> with the most romantic first line but the least

romantic second line.

>
>
> Love may be beautiful, love may be bliss
> But I slept with you because I was pissed.
>
> I thought that I could love no other
> Until, that is, I met your brother.
>
> Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and

so are you.

> But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the

sugar bowl's

> empty,
> and so is your head.
>
> Kind, intelligent, loving, and hot.
> This describes everything you're not.
>
> I want to feel your sweet embrace
> But don't take that bag from off your face.
>
> I love your smile, your face, your eyes.
> Damn, I'm good at telling lies!
> My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife,
> Marrying you screwed up my life.
>
> I see your face when I am dreaming.
> That's why I always wake up screaming.
>
> My love , you take my breath away.
> What have you stepped in ! to smell this way?
>

dasmuggler dasmuggler
36-40, M
1 Response Feb 22, 2009

ha ha