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THESE ARE ENTRIES TO A WASHINGTON POST COMPETITION
ASKING FOR A TWO-LINE
RHYME WITH THE MOST ROMANTIC FIRST LINE, BUT THE LEAST
ROMANTIC SECOND LINE:
These made me laugh. Feel free to contribute your own.
My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife:
Marrying you screwed up my life.
I see your face when I am dreaming.
That's why I always wake up screaming.
Kind, intelligent, loving and hot;
This describes everything you are not.
Love may be beautiful, love may be bliss;
But I only slept with you because I was pissed.
I thought that I could love no other;
That is until I met your brother.
Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, & so are you.
But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the
sugar bowl's empty
... and so is your head.
I want to feel your sweet embrace;
But don't take that paper bag off of your face.
I love your smile, your face, and your eyes;
Damn, I?m good at telling lies!
My love, you take my breath away.
What have you stepped in to smell this way?
My feelings for you no words can tell;
Except for maybe "Go to hell."
What inspired this amorous rhyme?
Two parts vodka, one part lime.
ASKING FOR A TWO-LINE
RHYME WITH THE MOST ROMANTIC FIRST LINE, BUT THE LEAST
ROMANTIC SECOND LINE:
These made me laugh. Feel free to contribute your own.
My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife:
Marrying you screwed up my life.
I see your face when I am dreaming.
That's why I always wake up screaming.
Kind, intelligent, loving and hot;
This describes everything you are not.
Love may be beautiful, love may be bliss;
But I only slept with you because I was pissed.
I thought that I could love no other;
That is until I met your brother.
Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, & so are you.
But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the
sugar bowl's empty
... and so is your head.
I want to feel your sweet embrace;
But don't take that paper bag off of your face.
I love your smile, your face, and your eyes;
Damn, I?m good at telling lies!
My love, you take my breath away.
What have you stepped in to smell this way?
My feelings for you no words can tell;
Except for maybe "Go to hell."
What inspired this amorous rhyme?
Two parts vodka, one part lime.