09-11-2011, 06:25 PM
I can't believe you answered me in couplets
It's just so... well, unsonnetary, sir
Yet still, I say by candlelight, oh, sup let's
You wear your bow-tie, I'll wear plastic fur
And speak of poets dead or simply stupid
Who thought their words would win them bits of muff
So wrote to women, thinking they were dup'ed
But winsome words are never quite enough
It takes some savoir-faire, or else just money
To get the boobies out and knickers down
It does no good to dip your nib in honey
And wear a beret like some poncey clown
Alternatively, buy me lots of wine
And I am anybody's valentine.
It's just so... well, unsonnetary, sir
Yet still, I say by candlelight, oh, sup let's
You wear your bow-tie, I'll wear plastic fur
And speak of poets dead or simply stupid
Who thought their words would win them bits of muff
So wrote to women, thinking they were dup'ed
But winsome words are never quite enough
It takes some savoir-faire, or else just money
To get the boobies out and knickers down
It does no good to dip your nib in honey
And wear a beret like some poncey clown
Alternatively, buy me lots of wine
And I am anybody's valentine.
It could be worse