I know, I know. <br />Chrysanthemums do grow. <br />I've caught the breeze my love <br />that fans the flames, <br />a male and horny dove <br />above the games. <br /> <br />I could not give a wee <br />about the crap, <br />but will you send to me <br />your nectar' sap? <br /> <br />I shall, without due haste <br />look for your sign <br />a Google cut and paste, <br />a single line. <br /> <br />It matters not, of course <br />they say the thought <br />is in the Trojan Horse. <br />Perhaps for naught. <br /> <br />So many years have come <br />only to fade <br />inside a shade of rum <br />and lemonade. <br /> <br />I talk a heavy spiel, <br />just to impress. <br />But my Achilles Heel <br />is YOURS to bless. <br /> <br />I would pay all I own <br />to make the time <br />and point ole Baldur's bone <br />into my wine.<br /><br />Herbert Nehrlich<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/yep-still-thinking-about-you/
