finished valentine's poem, deal with it
my love and I were bisected
no longer were we connected
none of our faults were corrected
so thus I became dejected
no hope for us was detected
though he was always erected
and not with disease infected
hate in his words was inflected
our speeches were interjected
and we were finally intersected
enough of being neglected
my desires were perfected
other males i then prospected
but none made me feel protected
if i honestly reflected
by most men i was rejected
and by none was i respected
and i was never selected
just for money i suspected
This reminds me of poems I wrote as a kid, where I rhymed at all costs... but this one is perfect.
ReplyDeleteSheila