A love worth loving deserved the best
The love he’d have, not like the rest
A passion strong, commitment deep
A soul to cling to, the one to keep
A lofty dream, to love her pure
A noble scheme, it must endure
The goal was set, the bar was high
Surely The One would soon catch his eye
But attraction is a grievous thing
The ones he’d like could bear no ring
Some desire couldn’t weigh
And time began to slip away
What had he way of recourse
When fantasy could not divorce?
The love he felt he need to live
Was more than he felt he could give
God help this poor and lonely man
Let him find peace in weary land
Bring him one from y
Love Like a Duck (Or, Love on Quack) by XNihil0, literature
Literature
Love Like a Duck (Or, Love on Quack)
Some guys wish to play the buck
And run with all the does
But me, I'd rather be a duck
With downy covered clothes
Chameleons are hard to know
And snakes they always lie
Both of them are rather low
I'll be a different guy
A howling wolf is just the way
To land you in the pounds
The only ones who'd say "Okay"
Are sassy female hounds
I don't want a foxy lady
Who thinks that she's all that
And I think it's rather shady
When a girl acts like a cat
I do not want a lazy sow
Who lives her life in muck
But if she waddles to the vow
It's alright, 'cuz she's a duck!
I'll fly with her over the hill
And try to never miss
To take care of that female b
The craft that this here poet uses
English words roughly abuses
But he can use it if he chooses
Though the the reader it confuses
And in obscurity he loses
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He gives the grammarian a jolt
(Of something like a million volt)
It makes them think he was a dolt
(Or maybe in a crazy cult)
Oh, how there wasn't a revolt!
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The French they probably kicked him out
For not knowing what to talk about
And making people want to shout
But likely he got lost en route
Consistency, he couldn't tout
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Then like an awful nightmare dream
Arrested, was, by his own team
Offence of words, so it would seem
Oh, how he made them turn to steam!
And so he stayed across
I was not borne nobility
Of blood so pure
Of life so free
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I cannot boast of sanity
Of sorrow's cure
Of endless glee
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I do not live for vanity
Of wealth's cold lure
Of power's key
- But,
I will live in charity
Of love's endure
Of ever, we