I I know my love By her way of walking. This can't be her, Her gait is as a chicken's, Scratch scratch scrawl screech. Nor she; Leg after leg And leg and leg. Ask of her name to tell; Canis familiaris, canine mistake. II And I know my love By her way of talking. Oh, no; not she, For I cannot tell "yes" From "yeux," Impediments afflict her, Or a language of her own. Nor she, the linguist, Speaks every language but mine, How absurd! No, 'tis not her, Every language but my own, A dumb-show if there ever was one. III I know my love By the way she looks. Not her, I shudder to think, For how could one find A feature at all In someone as repulsive, as disgusting, As peculiar, as odd? No, not her, never, I think not! Nor her, a creature From Michelangelo's morgue; Not a part of her Can I decipher, I think not her! I know my love by her looks, None of these are, Or happen to be My love; where can she be? IV If my love leaves me, What will I do? A good question, How should one answer? Has my love left me? I hope to the lord above not, For all I can find Is a carnival of the animals, A morgue of sculpted errors, A den of misfits, My love leave me; This she could not do. V There she is, My love at last, Not a Chicken or Dog, Neither dumb nor repulsive. Thank the lord above I found her, Ask of her where she's been, In the lavatory, What a mistake obscene; An error I regret. My love can't leave me, What did I do? I know my love cannot leave me. She shan't, she won't, Thank the lord above for that! My love is like a chicken? Could work, then maybe not!
Reason for writing:
This is just a humorous, skittish poem written
for a few friends that were slightly bored
on a long train journey. It was written
simply to amuse them. It has no themes or
hidden meanings whatsoever. Maybe it has......
If there are, please tell me!!!
Birth sign: Capricorn
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