My sweet, when we say love is blind
It’s simply Nature being kind
For, were our flaws known in advance
You wouldn’t get a second glance
Tag: rhyme
Over, Lord
I bade my love compose an ode
To prove her heart was true,
Reciting To Him All Is Owed
She blushed the whole way through.
I bade my love prepare a feast
Befitting of her Lord,
She cooked for me the finest beast
Her dowry would afford.
I bade my love take out a boat
And clear the moat of trolls,
She took my dagger to their throats
Then fixed their heads on poles.
I bade my love tend to my aches
With liniments and oils,
She rid my skin of every flake
And lanced a string of boils.
Then comes a time when passions end
When leaves droop with the frost,
I bade my love invite her friend
That’s when she said… Get lost!
Heart Failure
My valentine suggested wine;
I bought the best champagne.
Then after making love we dined
On Chocolate Frangipane.
Why don’t we do this every night?
She cooed after our frolics.
So, now we do and that is why
We’re toothless alcoholics.
Count Me Out
February, you’re sublime
Romantic, cool and flirty
Who will admit to twenty-nine
But draws the line at thirty
Track Pants
Here lies Ray, who missed his train
Then chased it down the track
Until he tripped, where he remained
And met it coming back
Ink-Credible
Octopuses? Octopi?
These creatures surely wonder why
Our single brain strays down such roads
While nine tell them they’re octopodes
Coming Achoo
Winter stops us in our tracks
With biological attacks
Perhaps to kick us into touch
Because it doesn’t like us much.
The common cold, the experts note,
Is still without an antidote.
As for the ‘flu, we get the shot
Which seems more like an afterthought.
Coughing, sneezing… who’d desire us?
It’s our friend, the winter virus.
Ironic, because when it strikes us
It’s just saying that it likes us.
Snow Job
No sunburned noses at the beach
No crab apples just out of reach
No jasmine to infuse the breeze
No lavender to make us sneeze
No sandals piled outside the door
No evening strolls along the shore
No watching cats chase butterflies
No lemonade, no record highs
No counting ants, as they file past
No starlit skies, now overcast.
Even old folks can’t remember
Why it is, we have November.
In Her Element
Marie Curie led the way in radiation theory
Stubbornly pursuing every scientific query.
This dangerous endeavour which our hero chose to write on
Led to one advantage: she could read without the light on.
Pest Control
A problem shared is a problem halved…
In your case, this is true.
For, when we meet I have but one
Yet somehow leave with two.
Mr Ormsby At Large 