Poem
She is no supermodel
but I still mutter marry me
under my breath
under her dark curls
looking up from my desk
her goofy Jewish smile
as she flutters by me
...like a Jew
she deflates my expectations
arguing with my logic teacher
throwing her arms in the air
"this is ridiculous"
this is ridiculous
She is no supermodel
but I still mutter marry me
under my breath
under her dark curls
looking up from my desk
her goofy Jewish smile
as she flutters by me
...like a Jew
she deflates my expectations
arguing with my logic teacher
throwing her arms in the air
"this is ridiculous"
this is ridiculous
posted by Philip at 2:31 PM
4 Comments:
Nice...
That reminded me of one of Shakespeare's sonnets. Can't recall the number, but it begins, "My Mistress' eyes are nothing like the sun, ..."
Always a favorite of mine. And that's what your poem evoked for me.
I can't abide poetry. Can't exactly say why. Just have never enjoyed it much, although I do have a few which I like.
Just a proser, I suppose!
BAHH!--I am insulted on Shakespheare's behalf.
Hallo I absolutely adore your site. You have beautiful graphics I have ever seen.
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