A Really Bad Poem That Wants to be Dirty But Misses
May 29, 2009 
Our love springs forth
Like…spring
With some promises
Of growth and blooming and stuff.
We nurture it
In rain
And other spring-like junk
Like bugs and wind.
Yes!
The wind that tests
Trying to snap our love
But just bends it like your manhood.
We survive!
We open our parts
Inviting each other
To explore and sniff and stuff.
Our love bursts forth!
New buds of delight
Open to new…openings!
Giving forth fragrance
And pollen
And promises of goodies to come.
It flourishes with fleurs
And green leaves
And more fleurs
And bees come by and visit our love.
But, alas!
I am once again betrayed
And your love for me fades
Like blue jeans that got mixed up in the Clorox load.
Until it dies
As I knew it would
Because
Stuff dies.
And your memory
Blurs
Like bad photography
And bad poetry
From my…memory.
Nice.
Uhh…Nice??
Wouldn’t “hideously horrible” be a better description?
What are those moldy grapes (1st picture)?
NO!! Those are lilac buds! This whole thing is full of pictures of the same bud on the bush.
I took the pictures, not knowing what I was going to do with them. Then, someone on the other site I play on wrote some of the worst “erotica” that I’ve ever read. I nearly gagged, and we were all making fun of her behind her back like the mature adults we are. This was kind of my response to that.
Well…I like it…made me laugh out loud…especially the
The wind that tests
Trying to snap our love
But just bends it like your manhood.
And the picture of the bending lilac….hahahahaha…GREAT…Thanks
I’m glad you enjoyed this! It’s one of my favorite, worst things that I’ve ever written!