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My Heart's Adore (or a love story gone sour)
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My Heart's Adore (or a love story gone sour) |
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Tim Senior Member
since 1999-06-08
Posts 1794 |
I met her at the grocery store, This creature rare, my heart’s adore, It was aisle four, where first I spied, Her glorious vision, I darn near died, With racing heart and pulse a beating, This glorious beauty, I must be meeting, Right beside the Spaghettios, There sat a box of Cheerios, In the box’s side there was a tear, And on the shelf, she lay right there, Fair Terpsichore, with perfect shape, I only could in wonder gape, I must admit she did not speak, But she made my knees so weak, To gaze upon her perfect curves, Was more than mortal man deserves, O’ Cheerio, you are so fine, If only you would please be mine, But alas, you turned me down, To let me in my pity drown, You left me for a quart of milk, Who talked to you as smooth as silk, Dangling sugar as his bait, Gigilo milk, you’ve taught me hate, You stole the object of my dream, Tempting her with whipping cream, So to the checkout empty handed, Forever alone, forever branded, I head, my cart sits empty, bare, Wishing, hoping, that you were there, But you’re not, and so I go, Home alone, sans Cheerio. |
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Suetang Member Ascendant
since 2001-03-07
Posts 5187Melbourne, Australia |
Hello Tim I really loved this one and how you put it all together. The images where great as were the words. Take care......Sue I am in motion |
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passing shadows Member Empyrean
since 1999-08-26
Posts 45577displaced |
sad write, but good |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
ROTFLAF[anny]O... Tim, you never fail to amuse, even to go on with the use of Terpischore within the poem... my how far your muse has roamed! |
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