Heartland

I'll start with

I Brought a Girl Home

I brought a girl home once and she loved Scott
I saw her next week and I said naught
Many years later I loved him too
And have wondered since
If I had then
I'd be with you?

I brought a girl home once and she was fat
I brought her home twice, thrice, it was like that
Reliable she was, whatever her name
My maths teacher's daughter
My last ditch lay
I could count on her

I brought a girl home once who had no legs
To my fourth floor flat, just past Greggs
An accident, I heard from you
But later discovered
That heroin
Was what you lost them to

I brought a girl home once who had one paw
I didn't know until she was my squaw
Writhing in bed, my leatherette
And I wondered
About you
And Eastern bathroom etiquette

It's a work in progress. It's my "I Have Slept..." and all of it is true.

Almost all poetry is awful. The ability to rhyme 2 words does not a poet make. And if it doesnt rhyme its prose not poetry. . Doesnt matter how imaginitively you lay your prose out on the page. Insisting that its not prose proves you are a restricted & anally pretentious fucktard of the first water & unlikely to have scribbled out any "Rime Of Thee Ancient Mariner" lately.

limericks are about as good as it gets. so:

"there was a young man from Nantucket
whose dick was so long he could suck it
he said with a grin
as he wiped off his chin
if my ear was a cunt i would fuck it"

Attracted to the flame. Moth
Oh the life, sisters goth

it wasn't the Goth
that carried him off
it was the coffin
they carried him off in

> "...a right hand is a horrible thing to lose..."

Definitely, although the girl with one paw I referred to had a birth defect.