RM> Our local newspaper is running a little competition, with a
RM> prize of goodies from a local adult shop. Competitors are asked
RM> to write the first two lines of a poem. The first line must be
RM> the most romantic you can devise, and the second line should be
RM> the least romantic. Three examples are given, from the
RM> Washington Post:

RM> I thought that I could love no other Until, that is, I met your
RM> brother.

RM> Kind, intelligent, loving and hot This describes everything you
RM> are not.

RM> I see your face when I am dreaming That's why I always wake up
RM> screaming.

 Love means never having to say you're sorry,
 Jesus, am I fucking sorry!

 Or, seeing it's Qld for a bit of local colour...

 I'll hold you close and stay awhile,
 Like Steve Irwin on a crocodile.

 Your eyes a like a startled faun,
 or a Cane Toad sitting on the lawn.

 for the Kiwis...

 Lie down, my darling, fall asleep,
 I'd much rather root the sheep.

 What's first prize? Do I get a porno DVD (and a pornograph to play
its on)?


Regards,
Bob


 


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