The_Nameless_Bard wrote:
Why can't I remember the damn poem...
I just had it in my head and now I can only remember half of it....
DX
Ohhh nuuuu
What on earth is wrong with writing sonnets?
Deterred by making then "pentameter-ed"
I am so sick of trying to ferret-
Out rhymes for me to use in my tethered-
down poetry, so hard for me to write
I wish that I could really write a poem
but my emotions I can and will fight
And my terribly bad rhymes you do comb
this is all I can remember.
It has one more stanza and two lines after that, because it's actually a shakespearean sonnet if you check the form.
It was intentionally a badly written sonnet...
Deterred by making then "pentameter-ed"
I am so sick of trying to ferret-
Out rhymes for me to use in my tethered-
down poetry, so hard for me to write
I wish that I could really write a poem
but my emotions I can and will fight
And my terribly bad rhymes you do comb
this is all I can remember.
It has one more stanza and two lines after that, because it's actually a shakespearean sonnet if you check the form.
It was intentionally a badly written sonnet...
I can't remember the middle bit...
The end is something like
"Will you please stop insulting my bad rhymes?
Go write good poetry on your own time."
The end is something like
"Will you please stop insulting my bad rhymes?
Go write good poetry on your own time."
Time ticks by like a bullet past my ear
I fell out of love with her didn't you hear?
The issue wasn't the sex or her crazy wardrobe
It was her voice, that annoying insensate "Ya KNOW!?!"
So I dumped her to the curb like a bag of trash
She cried and screamed and bellowed "I gave you that rash"
I shout back at her as pleased as pie
I gave you herpes now please won't you die?
I laugh to myself as her voice is no where near
She's gone I'm free I CAN FINALLY HEAR
A week later she comes staggering back
"I love you, I need you" all that useless ****
My head tilts to the side as I send her back packing
Her voice in my ear, now my hearing is lacking
But she's gone again, no where in sight.
I can finally have my quiet peaceful night.
Her loathing shape appears in my dream
I can't go back to sleep now so I indulge on ice cream.
I get my new prescription from the drug store
Cursing and spitting the name of that *****
Popping pills by my bedside table I drift off to sleep
Looking for new woman to find and then creep
My smile stays plastered on my super smug face
Glad to be rid of her, leaving no trace
Death then slips me into a dark deep slumber
One I'll never return from to get a new number
The morale of this story is short and sweet
Don't **** a girl without a glove on your meat.
I fell out of love with her didn't you hear?
The issue wasn't the sex or her crazy wardrobe
It was her voice, that annoying insensate "Ya KNOW!?!"
So I dumped her to the curb like a bag of trash
She cried and screamed and bellowed "I gave you that rash"
I shout back at her as pleased as pie
I gave you herpes now please won't you die?
I laugh to myself as her voice is no where near
She's gone I'm free I CAN FINALLY HEAR
A week later she comes staggering back
"I love you, I need you" all that useless ****
My head tilts to the side as I send her back packing
Her voice in my ear, now my hearing is lacking
But she's gone again, no where in sight.
I can finally have my quiet peaceful night.
Her loathing shape appears in my dream
I can't go back to sleep now so I indulge on ice cream.
I get my new prescription from the drug store
Cursing and spitting the name of that *****
Popping pills by my bedside table I drift off to sleep
Looking for new woman to find and then creep
My smile stays plastered on my super smug face
Glad to be rid of her, leaving no trace
Death then slips me into a dark deep slumber
One I'll never return from to get a new number
The morale of this story is short and sweet
Don't **** a girl without a glove on your meat.
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Summer heat brings forth the beauty in woman more priceless than gold
Fall sets us up for some late night masquerade fun
Winter brings a lot of snow, too deep to run
All four seasons love is in the air
Spring rain breaths it into her hair
Summer makes her sweet skin wet and tan
Fall means comfy quiet kisses her lips Oh! So grand
In winter we cuddle comfy and quiet by the fire
In all four season our love is to be admired.
Quiet nuzzles, bites, and licks
Seasons bring out the most in all chicks
To end this sweet poem I'll have to say this
Nothing beats the kisses from her deep red lips.