Ode to Loves Past
We swallowed one another in pieces of song.
My ceasing heart was still in the hollows of soul.
And your old traces taking the cold from my tongue.
I loved you then as might a small boy to a grilled
Cheese sandwich (dear, then I was a boy, O! and you
A grilled cheese sandwich). As it ever is so the will
Will falter; eyes will stray. On the side then I wooed
tomato soup who played as my blood in my bowls.
Forgiving angel! you who formed three out from two.
But I made one from three. For then I was enthralled
By doctors' scrawl, advising a ceasing of sweet
Cholesterol. Now she is but seen in Warhols
And you, my sweet are dead, as but bread and cheese,
Are pieced in two, and never the twain to meat.
A.N: Happy weekend, y'all.
Posted Aug 27, 2016, 12:20 AM UTC
This is one of the funniest love poems I've ever read.
O! And you a grilled cheese sandwich.
Fucking gold.
Thanks mate!