THESE ARE ENTRIES TO A WASHINGTON POST COMPETITION ASKING FOR A TWO-LINE RHYME WITH THE MOST ROMANTIC FIRST LINE, BUT THE LEAST ROMANTIC سیکنڈ LINE:
My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife:
Marrying آپ screwed up my life.
I see your face when I am dreaming.
That's why I always wake up screaming.
Kind, intelligent, loving and hot;
This describes everything آپ are not.
Love may be beautiful, love may be bliss,
But I only slept with آپ 'cause I was pissed.
I thought that I could love no other --
That is until 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.
I want to feel your sweet embrace;
But don't take that paper bag off your face.
I love your smile, your face, and your eyes –
Damn, I'm good at telling lies!
My love, آپ take my breath away.
What have آپ stepped in to smell this way?
My feelings for آپ no words can tell,
Except for maybe 'Go to hell.'
What inspired this amorous rhyme?
Two parts vodka, one part lime.
