THESE ARE ENTRIES TO A WASHINGTON POST COMPETITION ASKING FOR A TWO LINE RYHME
WITH THE 'MOST ROMANTIC FIRST LINE'
AND THE 'LEAST ROMANTIC SECOND LINE...
1. My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife;
Marrying you has screwed up my life.
2. I see your face when I am dreaming;
That's why I always wake up screaming.
3. Kind, intelligent, loving and hot;
This describes everything you are not.
4. Love may be beautiful, love may be bliss,
But I only slept with you 'cause I was pissed.
5. I thought that I could love no other;
--that is until I met your brother.
6. I love your smile, your face, and your eyes;
Damn, I'm good at telling lies!
7. My love, you take my breath away;
What have you stepped in to smell this way?
8.What inspired this amorous rhyme?
Two parts vodka, one part lime.
9.I want to feel your sweet embrace;
But don't take that paper bag off your face.
10. Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you;
But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl's empty and so is your head.
Who said Poetry is boring?...please don't shoot the messenger Gals....Hoo Roo
THESE ARE ENTRIES TO A WASHINGTON POST COMPETITION ASKING FOR A TWO LINE RYHME
WITH THE 'MOST ROMANTIC FIRST LINE'
AND THE 'LEAST ROMANTIC SECOND LINE...
1. My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife;
Marrying you has screwed up my life.
2. I see your face when I am dreaming;
That's why I always wake up screaming.
3. Kind, intelligent, loving and hot;
This describes everything you are not.
4. Love may be beautiful, love may be bliss,
But I only slept with you 'cause I was pissed.
5. I thought that I could love no other;
--that is until I met your brother.
6. I love your smile, your face, and your eyes;
Damn, I'm good at telling lies!
7. My love, you take my breath away;
What have you stepped in to smell this way?
8.What inspired this amorous rhyme?
Two parts vodka, one part lime.
9.I want to feel your sweet embrace;
But don't take that paper bag off your face.
10. Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you;
But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl's empty and so is your head.
Who said Poetry is boring?...please don't shoot the messenger Gals....Hoo Roo
-- Edited by Goldfinger on Wednesday 4th of March 2015 09:56:24 PM
Cheers, Tony
Allan