Sometimes love can be one-sided. Sometimes that love becomes devotion, then obsession, then punishable by federal law.

What, oh this
this little old knife?
Oh it means nothing,
so please be my wife.
'This rope' you ask,
'What is the meaning?'
My soap it holds,
Only for cleaning
You say its not kosher
To give you that stare
I only admire
Your brown seas of hair
Lets venture to the bedroom,
With steps, skips, and hops,
We'll make beautiful musi-
Wait, who called the cops?
Oh dont be like that
My little pet
Reaching for that mace,
Oh you play hard to get
I'll be back, my love
To take you away,
Until then my love
In prison I'll stay.

Submitted: October 18, 2009

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Beautiful. Simply beautiful.

Sun, October 18th, 2009 11:29pm


Thank you very much. I hope it tickled your funny bone.

Tue, October 20th, 2009 3:15pm

Mistress of Word Play

Wow. What a write!

Wed, October 21st, 2009 7:59pm


fantastic! Check me out plz.

Fri, October 23rd, 2009 6:51am

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