Pleasantries Au PrintempsA Poem by Mr. Deft DictionWomen— I know we make you all sick. It’s springtime and birds start chirping, So we’re on a quest for powder blue sky trysts. It’s just that in the midst of all that hibernation, We realized what we missed. Rose buds and tulips and butterflies, And Bumblebees. Lilac thoughts of you on top of me. Women— I know we make you all sick. It’s just that the breeze moves us with ease, Which enables us to come out of our mouth slick. Whistles and cat-calls when you walk by, With that gloss sparkling on your lips. Short skirts and dresses, Fragrances dripping into my personal space Is a blessing! Watching you flow like wind. Yes, women— I know we make you all sick. Any other way wouldn’t be considered natural, Would it? Let’s aboard this hammock and cliché, And soothe in the summer rain if just for today. I’ll gather you sunflowers to garnish your salad, And you can have it your way. Maybe if I’m lucky— We’ll make love until May. Yes, women— I know we make you all sick; But this time is precious, So please let us have this. Besides, We need you like you need us. Let’s go coast on this dove— If you dare fall in love.
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