I’m sharing some emails again….
These are entries to a Washington Post competition asking for a rhyme with the most romantic first line… but the least romantic second line.
Love may be beautiful, love may be bliss
But I only slept with you, because I was pissed.
I thought that I could love no other
Until, that is, I met your brother.
Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you.
But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl’s empty and so is your head.