Very Bad Poetry

Honey won't you talk to me?
I put your cat out.
I cleaned up your dogs crap.
You don't even flush.
Yet I'm inescapablely drawn to the fragrance of you.
What did you have to eat last night.

Honey does anyone else in this world have a sence of humor?

As long as I have you.
Don't worry thats just measels.
And a touch of diarrhea.
I'm not catching you know.
And all that smell is emanating from you.

Honey you smell like roses to me.

You have anthing for the nose.
I'm all clogged up.
Never mind your dog craped again.
Honey if I ask you to choose between me and your dog.
Would you be handing me my leash.

Honey, I'm in the flow.

I fixed your toilet.
Flushing good now, got good flow.
I shined your shoes.
Polished your car.
Now your on your knees before me.
No, thats me on my knees.

(now a round of applause)
(for the)
(The Irreparable Honey)

Jesting hidden behind gravity?
Is that incongruity or irony.
With Honey and me it's all about gravity.
With Honey you need a taser and a good pepper spray.
She likes it shocking and saucy.
Now thats the woman for my heart.
I don't know why she keeps kicking me out.
rlh

note; If they get enough of this crap together and glue somehow, I'll dedicate this stuff to you Honey.
Everybody else is dead from glue fumes

Robert Hawkins has published 2 more terrible poems since joining on 30/11/99. Read more of Robert's terrible poetry at the anthology. Here are three of Robert's latest works: