10 月
22
2004

Romantic Rhymes

These are entries to a Washington Post competition asking for a rhyme with the most romantic first line but … the least romantic second line:

Love may be beautiful, love may be bliss

but I only slept with you because I was pissed.

I thought that I could love no other

until, that is, I met your brother.

Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you

but the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl’s empty and so is your head.

Of loving beauty you float with grace

If only you could hide your face.

Kind, intelligent, loving and hot;

This describes everything you are not!

I want to feel your sweet embrace

But don’t take that paper bag off of your face

I love your smile, your face, and your eyes –

Damn, I’m good at telling lies!

My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife:

Marrying you screwed up my life

I see your face when I am dreaming.

That’s why I always wake up screaming

My love, you take my breath away.

What have you stepped in to smell this way

My feelings for you no words can tell,

Except for maybe “go to hell”

What inspired this amorous rhyme?

Two parts vodka, one part lime.

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