Mostly a comparison of poetry and sex,
R-rated, not exactly, since the language
wasn't blue; but maybe M. But then I caved
and offer this in place of all the raciness.
The other one was better, and more fun,
in my opinion, and more cerebral by a mile.
Perhaps my friend was right, though.
Routinely I offend without attempting to,
and as that is the case, I'm sure the poem
would've made a few of you consider me
to be of a person base, and one or two
would ask yourself if I am even saved.
Be that as it may, I think a verse
combining two such wondrous things is
sure to come eventually. (No pun intended.)
(c) Ellen Gillette, 2013
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