My brother didn't like my "non-rhyming poems," so I wrote this. It's not bad...
"Rhyming"
Getting kisses from your captivating lips
Is like eternally getting fulfilling sips
From the sweetest honey wine.
I like watching your blissful walk and those hips,
Whose beauty is hard to come to grips
With: they’re the perfect heavenly design,
More than any sailors love their ships,
Or any kids like chocolate chips.
You’re not natural; you’re divine.
Friday, July 16, 2004
7/16/2004 05:03:00 AM - Rhyming
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