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Angel with a Dirty Face
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Mombi's Heads This will not be sentimental
Because that would drive you mental
If sent a dozen roses as dishes rose in the sink
But it will be meant
In relentless depths
As much as I am able
To cleft words lent to my lips
So here it is:
First meeting approached like a weary soldier
Grizzled, resigned
Does she look like a grizzly?
No? That's a good sign; I'm sold
Then you were funny
I didn't once wonder "is this joke improper?"
Because you'd already offered worse taste
Delicious dishes of four letters
At least my Tuesday would not be wasted
In nine months time
Proposal perfect; beautiful
Buried in buttes of blizzard
The grand first plan was cancelled
And I can't sell the backup as worthwhile
When push came to shove
I stooped in slush
During a brief break from shoveling
To brush bunches of snow from cars
"Is he doing lunges?"
I tease you that you did not cry
But you saw me coming (like always)
This is life!
The fairy tale is fairly stale
And pales to the truth
It is not the dreaming of castles
Half dug love tunnels that
Could collapse from above
The palace is a fallacy
Rather, digging out from under
The world's burdens concurrent
With a pause to say
I'll be by you in the snow forever
I just know it
And you reply, without a tear to cry
No shit.
The things I love sound like
A scavanger hunt
Pursue raccoons at night
Ravaged scratchies of forbidden fortunes
Mortal enemy of tall turkeys
I say, "I like your shirt"
"Is that how you flirt?"
"Pass the toilet paper"
Naked; no coyness capers
From her eyes like bugs
Even when I bug, mild
A lot to put up with
She tolerates the child
Anybody can get a princess
At a cost excessive (plus interest)
Not my queen
My pickle fiend
Never mimicked
Limits my bullshit
As from pop-a-shot to paw patrol
We roll
Idolized is not ideal
I deal with what's real
If I'm a bike, she's the wheels
We were millionaires for a minute
Maybe again someday
But until your Keno numbers come through
I'm happy bailing out the boat with you
