Love is like my cabbage patch
I am afraid to say
because I harvest them you see
there's less of them today
one thing I've found that rings so true
in cabbage or love it's said
that as the time keeps marching on
you don't get as much heads
At first, when season is anew
the rows are full and pretty
but when the Winter comes to call
the rows look sparse and shitty
so, budding farmers do take heed
with cabbage patches figure
you'll get more heads in cabbage and love
if you make the garden bigger
Author notes
Another crappy ten minute poem from a title given my Lexie77
who says I am the wrong sex. I checked. I'm not.
Written October 4th, 2006
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Hilarious, but containing true nuggetts of gold.
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Well, Lane, I suppose that's 'cause... oh yeah, not supposed to say stuff like that. Um. Yeah. I got it goin' on! I love you, too.
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i don't know what i like more...the author notes or the poem.
Both made me laugh, and it feels good to laugh...with you again.
Thank you.
Love,
Lane -
i thought it was because i had animals in my garden i guess i just need to make it bigger and not worry about the little critters thanks for the advice
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It's coming, baby, it's coming!
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oh cute,,, but i am still waiting for the one you promised me ????
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I am a storyteller. Have been in several lives. Keep asking to be a gigolo, keep being assigned storyteller. Gift? I think not!
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Amazing
And there was i thinking you may find this a task,
your writing is an amazing gift that you share so well with others x
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