“THAT SPECIAL YOU” a poem Sept. 14, 2019 (Saturday)

“THAT SPECIAL YOU” a poem Sept. 14, 2019 (Saturday)

We all have THAT SPECIAL SOMEone WE’RE DREAMING OF,

Which DOES NOT mean that (s)he does NOT want to kill us (you), And, even if (s)he seems / looks like a Heavenly dove,

(S)he MAY still poke our eyes out or eat our liver clean,

Out of our abdomen, and it don’t mean thathe ain’t REAL MEAN,

But, well, THAT SPECIAL SOMEone IS JUST WHO THEY ARE;

You could meet them at church or maybe in a bar,

OR at The Gates of Hell AND BECAUSE OF THEM, you’ll turn back,

And do all sorts of crazy stuff,

For CRAZY HUMANS (for crazy) WILL NEVER LACK,

‘Cause THE OBJECT OF YOUR AFFECTIONS may be objectionable to all your family YET (s)he may be YOUR BEST FRIEND;

Who, like Delilah might cut off all your hair in the end.

YET, you’re my SPECIAL SOMEONE; you make me HAPPY and sad AS HECK,

But I really don’t care when YOU SAY: “I am a wreck,”

BECAUSE,

Moral: “EYES OF LOVE AND LONGING SEE YOU AS PERFECT AS CAN BE;

You’re my SPECIAL SOMEONE, The One Just Right for me.”

fin ♥

(aside) And, HONEY: That glorious “poop hole” of yours that makes others throw up,

Well, I just wanna lick / sip it good. IT MAKES A MARVELOUS COFFEE CUP.