Psimon Posted August 29, 2006 Report Share Posted August 29, 2006 My lovers’ eyes are glazed and dull; Her thin lips too thickly rouged: Her well-suckled breasts sag unresponsively; Brown baling twine mats her wrinkled brow. I have seen dandelions in spring with less yellow Than I see in her cheeks; And I far prefer the scent of silage To the smell of her morning breath. When she speaks, I listen well but know That thrash-metal can be gentler on the ear: I have seen women whose dainty toes don’t touch the ground – my lover plods. But I love her all the same, Not least because she puts up with me. © 30 August 2006 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Appy Posted August 30, 2006 Report Share Posted August 30, 2006 Lovely! Definitely put a smile on my face and a chuckle in my throat, thanks. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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