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Sunday, May 22, 2005
the romatic scorn

a poem's structure
the melodic rhyme
reflecting man's culture
a progression through time
how poets loved
mystical romances they concocted
a feeling sparked
a passion blazed
countless stanzas of words like honey
to his lovers it meant the world
but to man it was worth no money
in his eyes man needed no food, for all he lived for was just us two
others thought of him a fool
women to him, they flocked like sheep
men hated his literary tools
for he had stolen what all other men keep
but his words were sincere to all
with him, his misteress thought of no pain
but soon the excitement came to a fall
and then, to him his lovers a bane
the perfect art of seduction he had
many falling at his feet
astray all of them were led
a harem of women - his fleet
word travelled far and wide
with many women he had spent the night
for his skin was as thick as hide
no women could resist his charming might
to other men he was just a bane
for all he did was poach your lady
the act of love was then made
and his getaway so hasty
he left countless to bleed
for these young women were foolish not to heed
the wisest of sages had always warned
"never be led by thy romantic scorn..."