To My Valentine
More than a catbird hates a cat,
Or a criminal hates a clue,
Or an odalisque hates the Sultan’s mates,
That’s how much I love you.
I love you more than a duck can swim,
And more than a grapefruit squirts,
I love you more than commercials are a bore,
And more than a toothache hurts.
As a shipwrecked sailor hates the sea,
Or a juggler hates a shove,
As a hostess detests unexpected guests,
That’s how much you I love.
I love you more than a wasp can sting,
And more than the subway jerks,
I love you truer than a toper loves a brewer,
And more than a hangnail irks.
I love you more than a bronco bucks,
Or a Yale man cheers the Blue.
Ask not what is this thing called love;
It’s what I’m in with you.
Boligat
I miss the oldies. Jack Benny, Red Skelton, Iowahawk, Johnny Carson, Stan Freberg, the original Kingston Trio, Larry, Daryl and my other brother Daryl, Bob Newhart and Ogden Nash.
Okay, okay, I know Iowahawk is still around, but he’s on Twitter now and I don’t have a twitter account.
Hmmmmm. All of them are old white guys. I’m a racist, I guess.
bob sykes
What a truly bad poem.
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