Of Cleopatra it was said Her loves were so prolific That writing down her antics led To six new hieroglyphics
My love is like a red red rose… One Scottish bard chose to expose. My ex was like a Yucca plant And on the yeuch I’m adamant.
I gave my heart to you, my loveOne February nightInvoking all that's up aboveI prayed you’d hold it tight.And after we had made romance(for that’s what I still call it)You rose and gave a loving glanceThen made off with my wallet.The next day you were seen at lunchWith someone I don’t knowBut looking back, I … Continue reading St Valentine’s Day Mascara
I brush your hair and talk of thingsYou still rememberThe torch that lit the songs we’d singNow just an emberI pour the teaYou study meAnd wonder whyI still come by.I dig out photos of the boysMore reminiscingNow in a house devoid of noiseEach night you listenA vigil keptWhile fear has creptInto a mindThat’s been confined.Sinatra's … Continue reading Time Lapse
The female spider dines alone For reasons chilling to the bone Perhaps more dates would turn out right If she could curb her appetite
My love swears I snore like a bear This is a husband’s fate A wife's is to give thankful prayer That men don’t hibernate