January 27, 2013

• from a million years ago

  I had forgotten about this… no longer relevant but I still like it:

  I was married by a judge.

  I should have asked for a jury.

  …Groucho Marx

  Now For Something

  COMPLETELY DIFFERENT:

  I love you dear; you are my love
  You were sent from up above…
  Betwixt the clouds the birds fly high;
  Your love just hit me in the eye!

  But that’s okay! You made your mark-
  One day while strolling in the park,
  You laid your cloak atop the muck…
  I could scarce believe my luck!

  A true Gallant! A Manly Man!
  How shocked to end up on my can;
  You grinned with glee and slung the cape
  And tossed me off, you dirty ape!

  Through the years our love has bloomed,
  Though some had thought it surely doomed;
  Respect has grown as years trip by;
  Behind my back I hold a pie…

  for my love.

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