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Valentine's Day Poem for the ladies that made it bearable. No form just alliterations. |
| My heart is hard; Pumping too long agains this peripheral resistance; And the pain that drains from my brain; What love is left is yours. My princesses, twain; Cry "Cowabunga", caring; To put a sweet milky morsel; For their favorite white meat. Swishing skirts and combat boots; She gave me her heart; And I ate it, for it tasted of peanut butter; I'd throw love in your face, if my hard heart had any left. Stripper boots and a steady smile; Defib to dying dendrites; An eloquent, elegant heiress; Who cannot see her wings. High on heels and squared shoulders; Adorned in amiable attire; For this auspicious au-casion; 'Cause you can't say no to Asia. Carrying Care Bear candy; Caretaker of this hard heart; Always there when I need to spill it; Doesn't mind the blood. Lasting briefly; Only QRS complexities; Ventricles fail to; Empty into the aorta. Myself, I'd rather; Enjoy flatline for a while. |