It’s Wednesday
and we know what that means
no ifs, buts or in-betweens
I want you to hurry over
hurry warm the car
hurry warmth, where you are
I want you to come
without a second’s delay
as soon as you can,
to see me today
I want you to be near me,
on me, beside me,
underneath the moon
Don’t knock or holler,
just enter the room
Switch and sway, oh this way
I want you here
with me my dear
I want your eyes
on mine as I look
I want your lips
on mine as I cook
When you want it
Dinner will be ready
Do you like spaghetti?
If the streets are wet
it’s for the better
I don’t mind if this rain keeps up
They’ll just get wetter
Turn left at Center
make it quick
I miss you so,
yours truly,
mr. lovesick
16 comments:
My next poem will be titled:
Why Rhyming Destroys the Soul
or perhaps:
Rhyming is for the WEAK!
or perhaps:
Don't Have Time to Rhyme, D'oh!
Very nice.
you should put this to music, i have been writing forever, (and mine don't touch this!) . . . i think this is great!
can i goof on this and send ya a draft?
just a thought . . .
m.a.
you are still the cutest.
sleepy,
goof, draft
do whatever ya please
glad you like it.
i'm all over it! thanks i need something to play with other than code.
Yep
Code
Information
Static flux, frozen motion
the line of code
sleepy, if you put it to music,
bust me an mp3 if possible
oh and sleepy
I just downloaded all the mp3s from the wreckreators
good shit
do you guys listen to ween?
we love ween, why do you ask?
oh yeah, go see the wreckroom, and i will prob have something by monday . . .or wednesday . . .
m.a.
i'll post the mp3 on soundclick for the world to see, (or whomever stumbles in)
I say ween cause
you guys kinda sound like some of ween...
hey man, yer a copywrited songwriter.
break out the champaggnee. . .
thanks man, gimme more.
I DO like the look of a small, circumscribed "c" next to my name.
If you seriously want more to 'goof on', I can look.
I don't really respect rhyming poetry... I guess sometimes I'm just a little good at it.
I blame watching too much Monty Python as a kid!
my excuse is the marx brothers. . .
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