In which we do keh-mukarni
His pulse is racing, heart a-flutter,
Into the night,, he pines, he's tense
Does he expect a love letter?
No, cupcake, he waits for blog comments
How do I love thee, let me count the ways.
The ways in which I love thee, I shall enumerate this day.
A summer's days I shall compare thee to.
To find another line to steal too.
Stole my heart away you did.
Didn't you? And I forgot to rhyme that bit.
Bits an pieces make sense here.
Here I am, half-asleep in frog pajamas.
Pajamas, Bahamas, I love the Lama's Llamas.
Llamas are found in Peru.
Guavas are found in my garden.
Gardens are nice places to end poems.
Except I need to bring this back to and ending that locks with the beginning. How?
Godawful Poetry Fortnight