Happy Valentine's
- Thread starter B00Mer
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Took the wife and grand daughter out to lunch at Stacked.....Pam Anderson did not serve us.....I was disappointed....lol
Happy Valentines to all the ladies.
Happy Valentines to all the ladies.
As you all realize by now, I am quite the gifted Poet.
I've started a love poem to my dear wife on this Valentine's day, but I'm stuck...writer's block. Maybe one of you could help me finish it? It starts...
"I love you more than pizza
Isn't that kinda neatza?"
I've started a love poem to my dear wife on this Valentine's day, but I'm stuck...writer's block. Maybe one of you could help me finish it? It starts...
"I love you more than pizza
Isn't that kinda neatza?"
DOn't quit your day job for a career at Hallmark Cards.LOL
Far as I'm concerned, all love poetry in English falls short of Browning's Sonnet #43. . .
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee to the depth and breadth and height
My soul can reach, when feeling out of sight
For the ends of being and ideal grace.
I love thee to the level of every day's
Most quiet need, by sun and candle-light.
I love thee freely, as men strive for right.
I love thee purely, as they turn from praise.
I love thee with the passion put to use
In my old griefs, and with my childhood's faith.
I love thee with a love I seemed to lose
With my lost saints. I love thee with the breath,
Smiles, tears, of all my life; and, if God choose,
I shall but love thee better after death.
I think I've mentioned this before.
I once dated this crazy gal who would trim/ fashion her nether region hair to suit the holiday. For Valentines Day, she'd sculpt her pubic hair into a heart...a flag for Canada Day...a tree for Christmas...etc.
I called it Bush Art and told her she could make a mint if she designed and sold templates that women could use to shave around and fashion their bushes into holiday objects.
We eventually broke up, and I never saw my million dollar idea through to fruition.
I once dated this crazy gal who would trim/ fashion her nether region hair to suit the holiday. For Valentines Day, she'd sculpt her pubic hair into a heart...a flag for Canada Day...a tree for Christmas...etc.
I called it Bush Art and told her she could make a mint if she designed and sold templates that women could use to shave around and fashion their bushes into holiday objects.
We eventually broke up, and I never saw my million dollar idea through to fruition.