10-19-2017, 07:52 PM
I'm your unrequited loue
I know you'd fancy a crack
at me in a cruddy loue sack,
if I said the things you want to hear,
like how your blue, blue eyes
are like the skies of Atreda, your breath the breath of roses,
your little nose, a work of art, the nonpareil of noses,
and I'd kiss you to sleep every night,
but you have a beard like Moses.
I thought at first, when you sent it to
my snapchat, once I'd posted
a lovely pic of my nine foot prick, much adored, often toasted
by the bordello crew,
an hairy hoo hoo,
but then I saw the moustache too,
like Ayn Rand at Ludwig Mises
bristly, like fine iron pieces,
in a field of twenty oersted.
Boo hoo. Boo hoo hoo boo.
I know you'd fancy a crack
at me in a cruddy loue sack,
if I said the things you want to hear,
like how your blue, blue eyes
are like the skies of Atreda, your breath the breath of roses,
your little nose, a work of art, the nonpareil of noses,
and I'd kiss you to sleep every night,
but you have a beard like Moses.
I thought at first, when you sent it to
my snapchat, once I'd posted
a lovely pic of my nine foot prick, much adored, often toasted
by the bordello crew,
an hairy hoo hoo,
but then I saw the moustache too,
like Ayn Rand at Ludwig Mises
bristly, like fine iron pieces,
in a field of twenty oersted.
Boo hoo. Boo hoo hoo boo.
~ I think I just quoted myself - Achebe