Lost in a sea...a sea of..waves, I call to you: future husband! I love you more than the suggestive foam that lands on the grainy sand, more than the air with which I store in case you stop breathing. Future husband, I'm here and waiting...waiting... for you, whomever you may be.*
*as long as you don't smoke and are over 6'5 with a V mustache and wear blouses regularly with matching lemon sweats....
Author notes
hope you enjoy this one.
A contest entry
- Best Personal Ad Takes the Gold by Bean Sidhe.
400 points, ended December 17, 2008, 12 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Comments
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This is funny for the contest.
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teehee ... This is fun. I'll have to read the rest of these from this contest. That's why I love that "Random" button...you never know what you are going to get. Grins.
Write on, poet.
Blessings,
Myth
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