At words poetic, we’re so pathetic That we always have found it best, Instead of getting 'em off our chests, To let 'em rest unexpressed, We hate parading by serenading As we’ll probably miss a bar, But if this ditty is not verry pretty At least let us say- How nice you are.
may i feel said he
ReplyDelete(i’ll squeal said she
just once said he)
it’s fun said she
(may i touch said he
how much said she
a lot said he)
why not said she
(let’s go said he
not too far said she
what’s too far said he
where you are said she)
may i stay said he
which way said she
like this said he
if you kiss said she
may i move said he
is it love said she)
if you’re willing said he
(but you’re killing said she
but it’s life said he
but your wife said she
now said he)
ow said she
(tiptop said he
don’t stop said she
oh no said he)
go slow said she
(cccome?said he
ummm said she)
you’re divine!said he
(you are Mine said she)
a sort of translation-
from the wonderfully contrarian punctualist Edward Estlin Cummings (aka ee cummings).
Love to you Ms. Edna
Wit is a glorious treat like caviar…
ReplyDeleteAt words poetic, we’re so pathetic
ReplyDeleteThat we always have found it best,
Instead of getting 'em off our chests,
To let 'em rest unexpressed,
We hate parading by serenading
As we’ll probably miss a bar,
But if this ditty is not verry pretty
At least let us say-
How nice you are.
Let us drink to the spirit of gallantry…
ReplyDeletethank you
I'll drink a toast to this.
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