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POETRY JAM and 3WW
i thought i should bring flowers
but i've been at sea too long
i seem to have lost my manners
doing everything that's wrong
so i've brought you some little fishies
wrapped up in a big red box
this could fix things between us
even though i don't really give a toss
he gave an evil chuckle
through his shark serrated teeth
knocked upon her door
shifting nervously on his feet
she took the big red box
said thank you very much
now come inside rhinoceros hide
i'll serve them up for lunch
ha. would love to see her face opening a little red box of fishes, but by the last line they really dont care anyway
ReplyDeleteI hope that the fishies are fresh!! Dinner tonight! (Very few things worth than stinking fish. LOL.)
ReplyDeleteI can't help feeling that, socially, I am an underachiever.
ReplyDelete"Underachiever"..that word is taboo in the Alpha male's how to book.
DeleteYeah. So?
DeleteOh this aggressive testosteronic behaviour is going to cause a fainting fit...I will have to loosen my corset and try to find my smelling salts
DeleteOh please! No swooning! Garçon! Some weak tea to the lady on the floor!
DeleteFunny!!
ReplyDeleteThis is so fun. I can see it in an anthology of verse for children.
ReplyDeleteHaha! So much for romance!
ReplyDeletewell at least she took them well she said she'd serve them for lunch.
ReplyDeleteMade me chuckle! :)
ReplyDeleteHa..ha..how fun ~ Your posts are entertaining and unexpected too ~
ReplyDeleteI like it, especially the ending.
ReplyDeletehahah clever you! What a fun poem!
ReplyDeleteYour recent posts do show your craving for flowers. Many men have a difficulty in giving cut flowers (that will surely die soon) as a token of undying love. If I do send you some how will you explain that to hubby?
ReplyDeleteYour fisherman certainly had the right idea, fish are far more practicable.
Undying love?...if that were the case hardly anyone would receive flowers...do keep up with the times oldegg:)
DeleteWicked sense of humor. :-)
ReplyDeleteThis is adorable ... and quirky! Love it.
ReplyDeleteMy late husband was a seafarer and he had no rhino hide!! He did get me flowers in the morning, but then a time came when I had to say "you don't get me flowers anymore" ;)
ReplyDeleteAh yes...flowers come at the beginning and then one ends up with a box of fish:)
DeleteThis is very cool!
ReplyDeleteDid you poison his fish before serving? He doesn't sound too romantic!
ReplyDeleteThis is an aussie bloke's version of romantic..:)
DeleteShe forgave him then!
ReplyDeleteAnna :o]
The cat plays with the mouse a little longer in the Antipodes:)
DeleteNext time he might want to just bring flowers!
ReplyDeleteWell, for most men, they pick up flowers in a grocery store at the last minute. At least we know a fisherman has put a bit of effort into his gift. :)
ReplyDeleteI'll take fresh fish--yum!! A delightful poem, and your exchange with Cosmo was frosting on the...fish? :-)
ReplyDeleteFrosty? me and my Cosmo..never:)
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