Summer romance: a cautionary tale
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Summer romances: a cautionary tale

There was a man who explained his poems.
Even the ones addressed to Ernst Rohm’s
Brownshirts (“Trust in your SS brothers,
comrades. They’re from another....mutter!!”
and there they ended, with blood spatters on the page).

And so he explained his poems, this sage, 
to soccer moms in tight knit blouses,
under the trees, where sang titmouses
of dirty loue, then proceeded to show ‘em
slices of his life - 
an unfortunately headless wife,
the ghosts of girlfriends felled by the hand of fate -
“What a splendid hideaway! What’s this gun for, Nate?”
and other anecdotes of deceased ex-spouses.

And presently a donna, throwing caution to the winds,
would say “Which of us has never yet sinned?
I love your mind, I’m sapiosexual Kate.
Let’s go on a date.”
And that would be the last they’d see of her, Kathrin,
despite the chomping and the chafing and the chattrin 
of her friends.
That’s how it ends.
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Striking! Full of imagery! I like this, shame the ending fell flat.
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I don’t get it. Could you explain it to me? Maybe you could meet me at the edge of a secluded park just before dawn. I’ll be jogging...

(07-29-2020, 02:41 PM)busker Wrote:  Summer romances: a cautionary tale

There was a man who explained his poems.
Even the ones addressed to Ernst Rohm’s
Brownshirts (“Trust in your SS brothers,
comrades. They’re from another....mutter!!”
and there they ended, with blood spatters on the page).

And so he'd explain his poems, this sage, 
to soccer moms in tight knit blouses,
under the trees, where sang titmouses
of dirty loue, then proceed to show ‘em
slices of his life - 
the unfortunately headless wife,
the ghosts of girlfriends felled by the hand of fate -
“What a splendid hideaway! What’s this gun for? Nate!”
and other anecdotes of deceased ex-spouses.

And presently a donna, throwing caution to the winds,
would say “Which of us has never yet sinned?
I love your mind, I’m sapiosexual Kate.
Let’s go on a date.”
And that would be the last they’d see of her, Kathrin,
despite the chomping and the chafing and the chatterin 
of her friends.
That’s how it ends.
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(07-29-2020, 07:16 PM)Valerie Please Wrote:  I don’t get it. Could you explain it to me? Maybe you could meet me at the edge of a secluded park just before dawn. I’ll be jogging...

Sure. Please leave your mobile phone  at home, for extra serenity.
I’ll be carrying a meat cleaver for religious purposes.
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