Ground Rules

I'm no Jack Spratt, darling.
Your king can eat no lean,
So, if you abhor grease and breading,
Be another's queen.

I am no athlete, angel.
I'm not inclined to run,
So, if you seek to sweat and struggle,
Our romance is done,

But, should you find it pleasant
To lay still by this pool,
A cocktail shaded at your elbow,
You have found your fool.



Poetry by Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
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Written on 2012-03-26 at 22:37

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