It’s not in me to win a bout, my Love.
Your eyebrows, or how you say chocolat
as if you know other words in French.
The little chirping sounds when you’re hurt.
Your unique al dente rules for spaghetti.
Your sock-folding ways and love of oral
hygiene. The way you floss, and toss.
The gloss on windows when you’re done.
It’s not even fair at all you should know
when it comes to anything knock down
drag out -- the referee will be slapping the
mat thrice, and holding your left arm high.
-- © Ciprianowords, Inc. 2009 --
Have a great Monday!
*****
3 comments:
Lucky woman.
Your poems are so amazing. Please make a book of them and sign it for me?
Great idea, KJ. Regardless of emotional response, it might make you some hefty dough some day.
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