A LIMERICK!?

an old poem for an old girlfriend. well, she was young and so was i, but... christ, you know what i mean.

(An oldie, that's for sure.)

 

So I’m rather quite taken with you,

You’re one of a kind

So I’ve written you a limerick,

A kind of poem, or a rhyme.

 

Although I missed you for Christmas

And for the days in between

You’re here now,

 Where I can hug you

And you can hug me.

One times, two times,

Or even eighteen!

 

Though both our 25ths of Decembers

Weren’t really stellar,

I think if we try

We can make New Year’s quite better.

 

The internet’s out

And I can’t talk to you *pout*

So I thought I’d just lie here and write.

When the cogs started turning

And the feelings started flowing

I realized you’re not far out of sight.

 

You’re behind every tree

And around every corner

A glint in the window

And a flash in the mirror.

 

So close I can smell you

So far I can miss you

You’ve left quite an impression on me

 

Although I can’t wait

Another four days

Another four days it will be.

 

I miss you a lot

Because I like you a lot

You’re an expert at making me smile

 

This is a terrible stanza

Because nothing that would make sense

In this poem rhymes with smile.

 

I’m glad you’re here

Reading this

If you weren’t I’d still be waiting

Writing and wanting.

 

Merry Christmas