How do I love her? Let me count the ways.
My Ticking Clock
My ticking clock, my morning cup,
My gal, my pal, my knitting-circle,
My pleated skirt, my playful pup,
My German Chancellor Angela Merkel,
My steady hand, my sturdy bench,
My Dibley vicar, my Dawn French ---
My sovereign queen with ten bare toes,
Let's lock lips, passionate, uncontrolled,
Let's cuddle like two Eskimos,
A pair of Inuits in the cold:
Until old hens exhaust their squawking
Or Trump turns into Stephen Hawking.
My smoothest jazz, my sheet of silk,
My coolest customer, hottest ticket,
My impish friend, my quart of milk,
So smart, so funny, oh! so wicked,
You've made my empty arms desirous
Of hugging you to spite the virus.
My cloistered nun, my oystered pearl,
My autumn night, my April day,
My carnival joy, my calendar girl,
My 2:15 to San Jose,
You're God's most fascinating daughter,
And if we haven't kissed, we oughtta.
Poetry by Thomas D
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Written on 2020-03-21 at 06:54
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