There is always a place for meter and rhyme,
But this is not the place, and this is not the time.
This is a poem for those who want a few chuckles (Chuckles?)
When life has them down and really sucks...les.
I will appreciate poetry for all it can be,
Both serious and deep as well as funny, I decree.
Humor is not a thing to be held ransom,
And so I recite The Silly Poet's Anthem.

Welcome, you must be bored
To come and see how my day goes
But hey, I'm an open book,
So whatever.

Yeah, I know that didn't rhyme or flow.
But I'm busy writing a poem for you
So
I can't be bothered to rhyme
Or flow for any good reason
So hold your horses
And chill
K?

A poem of how goes my day,
Told in hourly form, pretty good I'd say!

So nice to meet ya, my name is cold pizza!
What's that you say? "I'm gonna eat ya?"
Just unwrap my foil, I'm naked inside
With pepperoni and veggies too tasty to hide.

Okay, so you can take this one of two ways: as something explicit (which isn't even how it was meant, but I can see how that comes across) or as a love of food (the overlying meaning) or the danger of addiction (the underlying reason). Since it CAN be taken in an explicit way, I have marked it as such!

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Licking my lips,
I salivate for you.

I carry a basket as we climb up the hill
Seeking out the perfect table.
But you point to the clouds and giggle.
I say I'm willing if you're able!

La la la la, I'm so tipsy.
It's always so amazing to me
How much more perfect life can be
When you're a little tipsy.

Why can't the president get tipsy?
Maybe then he'd be true,
Cause lying is just too hard to do
When you're good and tipsy.

- This poem is written for, of course, my muse. The bestest friend and inspiration anyone could ever ask for.

Without you, I'd sit here all day,
But I'd never have anything to say.

I want your arms,
I want your touch,
That warmth when we're close.
Give me you.
Give me you as close as space allows.

I'm sleepy,
Are you?
You're so cute when you sleep.

This one is a folksy-song lyric. I think that the idea is pretty apparent behind it. Enjoy!

Dear Blogger...
I met someone new yesterday.
I'm going out on a date with her tomorrow,
I just hope it doesn't end the same way.

My Muse uses the words "No Worries" very often... So this is in dedication to her.

No worries.
It doesn't matter that you're a little late,
It matters that you came at all.

No worries.