This is rather like a poem, don't you think?

Question

How pleased I am to hear your beau is rich
And stallion-hung and tireless in bed
And confident--and everything you've said
Because I love you, blind and stupid ******.

You've always shared your misery with me
And now you share your narcissistic joy;
You've found at last your shining golden boy.
The prize you wanted won, the world must see!

Ignore again the wetness of my eyes
Go on about your happy, happy fate
And speak again of his impressive size
Unwitting stay of what's between my thighs
And yes, I see that is it getting late
And yes, I weary grow of telling lies.

crap! typo!

'is it' should be 'it is' in L13

Answer 1

Yep.

Answer 2

hi there! only just read your addendum to my question! the damp shoulder speaks! ah, how blind we women can be to what is right in front of our eyes!!! But then, so are men, or we wouldn't need a shoulder now, would we?

this is ever so much more artfully done than my own feeble attempts! i must admit, after high school I abandoned poetic conventions and went free verse because i'm simply far too lazy to emote with rules so i'm always very impressed with someone who can convey so much feeling in a prescribed format. Well done damp shoulder- may you soon be a dry one that georgeous women with adoring eyes drape themselves on. :D

Answer 3

Your pain is understandable.

You will recover by writing poems of your love for her. It is she who is locked, not you. Set yourself free with joy.

Frederic Kahler

Answer 4

sounds like a poem
looks like a poem
prolly is a poem

Answer 5

I do think it's rather like a poem

Answer 6

Rather... and one more piece in the identity puzzle, I love this game.

Answer 7

i think u are a sadist.