Dilation
It was dilation, I know,
but it could have ended,
right from the start.
It made her so hot, I know,
but the pot wasn't blended,
true to her heart.
A strange attraction, I know,
like something I’d seen,
at the local Wallmart.
False infatuation, I know,
with all belief suspended,
that tore us apart.
A fine flatulation, I know,
entirely unintended,
that blew us a fart.
It was flagellation, I know,
with a backside bended,
that upset the apple cart.
It was rejection, I know,
with no love intended,
from that cute little tart.
Boo-hoo...
2013 © Ronald W. Hull
7/25/13
You delve deeply into the woods we're not out of with a catchy variation on the "You're-not-telling-me-anything-I-don't-already-know" motif... hilarious at points, tragi-comic at others, and entirely 'real' and relevant throughout... replete with delicious ironic closing line... nice work, Ronald.
Roger
peace be with you
William
quite enjoyed, Ron
Lady Vivian
Anna
I am slightly disappointed in you, I thought you would have written a poem and swept her off her feet in your usual manner...
Though, it’s possible when she shone that light to the back of your eyes she saw strange things emerge.
I wonder if she keeps a diary.
Best regards,
Mor.
with a backside bended,
that upset the apple cart.
That usually does ruin the moment!!
Love ya!
Jane
God made us all different, but in His own image.
Amen!
I've always liked rhyming poetry but this is a real classic.
Congrats on this one.
I'll check out a few more because I like rhyming lines.
Always,
Deborah
"love is just a gust of wind coming from the heart...
unless it takes the lower course, then it's just a farrrrt!"
Maybe you met him.
L