The reason why I don't write love poems anymore:
My
dearest *BLEEP*,
Shall I compare
thee to a sundae? You are
sweatier (er, sweeter) and creamier by
far. Your grimy fingers are like pecans
with fudge coating its numerous cracks. No dollar dainty
are you, but rather a bounteous bowl brimming
with cool, creamy caramel
with fanciful figures
traced in fudge.
My darling *BLEEP*,
only a message from you could
be the cherry this delicacy dearly deserves.
I just stumbled upon this from long long ago. The original was sent via email and formatted in the shape of a sundae. And the words were colored to make it look like a sundae. And uhh... yeah. I guess none of that makes it make any more sense. What was I thinking?? You can laugh at me. I did. Once I finished my grimace.
Now you know why my girly letters lack poetry, Phil. Relieved?
dearest *BLEEP*,
Shall I compare
thee to a sundae? You are
sweatier (er, sweeter) and creamier by
far. Your grimy fingers are like pecans
with fudge coating its numerous cracks. No dollar dainty
are you, but rather a bounteous bowl brimming
with cool, creamy caramel
with fanciful figures
traced in fudge.
My darling *BLEEP*,
only a message from you could
be the cherry this delicacy dearly deserves.
I just stumbled upon this from long long ago. The original was sent via email and formatted in the shape of a sundae. And the words were colored to make it look like a sundae. And uhh... yeah. I guess none of that makes it make any more sense. What was I thinking?? You can laugh at me. I did. Once I finished my grimace.
Now you know why my girly letters lack poetry, Phil. Relieved?
posted by mags at 8:25 AM
7 Comments:
OH MY
That is a masterpiece. Truly.
Mmmm. Nothing like grimy fingers!
I just wanna know WHO you wrote that for = P
Uhh... for *BLEEP*, of course. I thought that was clear.
Duh.
You missed you calling as a Hallmark writer. Its never to late you know... :)
Did YOU write that? I must have missed that part.
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