Got this in the mail.....
These are entries to a Washington Post competition asking for a rhyme with the most romantic first line...but the least romantic second line.
>
> Love may be beautiful, love may be bliss
> But I only slept with you, because I was pissed.
>
> I thought that I could love no other
> Until, that is, I met your brother.
>
> Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and
> so are you.
> But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead,
> the sugar bowl's empty, and so is your head.
>
> Of loving beauty you float with grace
> If only you could hide your face
>
> Kind, intelligent, loving and hot;
> This describes everything you are not.
>
> I want to feel your sweet embrace
> But don't take that paper bag off of your face.
>
> I love your smile, your face, and your eyes -
> Damn, I'm good at telling lies!
>
> My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife;
> Marrying you screwed up my life
>
> I see your face when I am dreaming.
> That's why I always wake up screaming
>
> My feelings for you no words can tell,
> Except for maybe "go to hell"
>
> What inspired this amorous rhyme?
> Two parts vodka, one part lime.
These are entries to a Washington Post competition asking for a rhyme with the most romantic first line...but the least romantic second line.
>
> Love may be beautiful, love may be bliss
> But I only slept with you, because I was pissed.
>
> I thought that I could love no other
> Until, that is, I met your brother.
>
> Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and
> so are you.
> But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead,
> the sugar bowl's empty, and so is your head.
>
> Of loving beauty you float with grace
> If only you could hide your face
>
> Kind, intelligent, loving and hot;
> This describes everything you are not.
>
> I want to feel your sweet embrace
> But don't take that paper bag off of your face.
>
> I love your smile, your face, and your eyes -
> Damn, I'm good at telling lies!
>
> My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife;
> Marrying you screwed up my life
>
> I see your face when I am dreaming.
> That's why I always wake up screaming
>
> My feelings for you no words can tell,
> Except for maybe "go to hell"
>
> What inspired this amorous rhyme?
> Two parts vodka, one part lime.