Tuesday, August 22, 2006

My mad cousin

My mad cousin who I haven't seen in years sent this wonderful poem in. I'd like to think of him as my email cousin. He is the nicest bloke in world. There aren't that many people who are kind and caring and very selfless. He was a right pain the proverbial the last time I met him but then I was twelve years old and he was eight.

> >Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet,and so are you.> >But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead,the sugar bowl's empty and so is your head.
> >Of loving beauty you float with grace> >If only you could hide your face.
> >Kind, intelligent, loving and hot> >This describes everything you are not.
> >I want to feel your sweet embrace> >But don't take that paper bag off of your face.
> >I love your smile, your face, and your eyes> >Damn, I'm good at telling lies!
> >My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife:> >Marrying you screwed up my life.
> >I see your face when I am dreaming.> >That's why I always wake up screaming
> >My love, you take my breath away.> >What have you stepped in to smell this way?
> >My feelings for you no words can tell> >Except for maybe "Go To Hell".
> >What inspired this amorous rhyme?> >Two parts vodka, one part lime.

Hopefully this is one he didn't write as it sounds like the rantings of a slightly unhinged person. Pretty funny all the same.

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