Ah, my love, my sweet,
How I would love to meet,
The one who does your hair.
Those dust-coloured locks,
Did not come from a box,
And they cause everyone to stare (with jealousy).
That beautiful mouth,
Of your hair just south,
Captures my wondering eye.
Those luscious lips,
Are so like rose hips,
To kiss them would cause me to die (or be killed).
Those glorious hands,
Have earned you some fans,
For the stories that you write.
You fingers so long,
And muscles so strong,
They make me swoon in delight.
Your über-long legs,
Are so like golf pegs,
So lets get some clubs and tee-off.
Ill watch your long drives,
Ah, my love, my sweet,
How I would love to meet,
The one who does your hair.
Those dust-coloured locks,
Did not come from a box,
And they cause everyone to stare (with jealousy).
That beautiful mouth,
Of your hair just south,
Captures my wondering eye.
Those luscious lips,
Are so like rose hips,
To kiss them would cause me to die (or be killed).
Those glorious hands,
Have earned you some fans,
For the stories that you write.
You fingers so long,
And muscles so strong,
They make me swoon in delight.
Your über-long legs,
Are so like golf pegs,
So lets get some clubs and tee-off.
Ill watch your long drives,
To have a women with such charms,
being held in your arms.
To have such a lady against your chest,
feeling her heart beat in her breast.
To have a girl that loves to giggle,
and escape your grasp with a twist and wiggle.
To have someone oh so fair,
and to know that they care.
For if I found one so,
I would never ever let her go.
Yay! I updated my operating system and can now actually see people's galleries. I can also submit things, so I did. So basically, be prepared for bad poetry. I'd tell you to be prepared to bad sketches too, but I don't have a scanner *shrugs*.
Hello,
Since I couldn't actually see any of my friend's galleries on DeviantArt I decided to become a member. Unfortunately I still can't browse people's galleries. Opening an account right now is all part of my plan to not work on my project that's due tomorrow. It also gives me pretty stuff to look at when insomnia hits!
Anyway, I have no scanner or anything, but perhaps I'll get the odd bit of poetry up. Most of my art (singing, baking, and banging sticks on cow skin) doesn't exactly transfer onto this site well.
Yay for procrastination!
Your poetry's cute. I was reading your poem about romance, and halfway through I was like, 'Okay, this HAS to be comical.' And it was, so I was free to enjoy it.
I miss you too, and probably not. I've got to get a job and I have other responsibilities here now too (ick), some of which will probably lead to hearing loss. I somehow got roped into teaching small boys percussion.