God Damn Poetry – Got It All Wrong

October 24th, 2011

I loved a girl so much I stalked her face off,
In that I did it a lot
Not that I actually got
Up and removed the skin
To show the vessels within.
I followed her home,
She watched Bugsy Malone,
Then she closed all the curtains like a toblerone.

It was much easier to do that you might have expected.
Her peripheral vision
Was compromised by a fishing
Accident as a child
So her sight was quite mild.
I could sneak round her house,
Like a seedy woodlouse,
Steal a look through a window then disappear like a mouse.

I should be a little less creepy in my romantic pursuits,
Because I may be kind,
Of sound body and mind,
A little podgy of hips,
I smell like tortilla dips.
I’m lacking a certain something
That makes me quite appealing
Girls are more likely to run than to dance on the ceiling.

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