To girls I give a warning
It’s easy to confide
When a boy writes poetry
You’d better run and hide.
For when his soul is laden
With sweet and mushy rhyme
If you plan to leave at all
Believe me, that’s the time.
When he writes you sonnets
Inspired from above
Sister, he means business
And you know that he’s in love.
Recent Comments
Lacey on In case you got a Valentine… Lacey on My intruder Lacey on Big Operation Blues Brother Dave on It’s MY poem Mary C. Gentry on Reader’s Digest Won…
timnicholasblog 
I like this one. Very good!