My Darling, what can I say? You stir me,
Your sideways glances ever affirm me,
You look away yet know how that spurs me.
We’re meant to be one! Why twitchy squirmy?
You disdain me. My hopes are "long-termy,"
My entreaties endless, still you spurn me.
You step back. Do you find my breath germy?
Come with me. My love’s not can-of-wormy!
My obsession: You, me, sticky spermy.
Whips, leather, chains, I hear you "Yes Sir!" me!
CHEMISTRY NOT SINCE ENRICO FERMI’S!!!
That you reject me doesn’t deter me,
Silly court papers only defer me.
We’re inevitable, not unworthy,
You are my fate until they inter me!
My head on a stake, your taxidermy,
My skin your lampshades, as if they were me,
Please, My Darling, don’t call an attorney.
Or the police.
Next in the Silly Poem series:
“Gnomes Go Home” is a punny gnome rap. (Go!)
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