{NaPoWriMo 2017 ~ Day 10}
{Prompt: "Bad Poetry," from THATRANDOMPROMPT on Tumblr}
O, how beautiful your beauty is;
O, how wonderful your wonder is;
O, how amazing your amazement is;
O, how pulchritudinous your pulchritude is...
To attempt to describe your beauty—
whether your face or hair or booty—
Would be nothing but a sin.
but, I can try; and in
My attempt to commit this sin
I relate you to a metal trash bin:
Like the polished metal of the waste-holding can,
You reflect the gleam of stars and plan-
-ets, and the tar-colored irises of your eyes
are as black as the bin's residual grimes.
To truly find words that
can describe your beauty would take so much thought that
I need to pause
before I can describe your jaws
or describe your hair,
Which flows like air,
Or describe your legs
which are as long as pegs
that are long.
And don't think that I jest!
you are more beautiful than anyone could have guessed,
So that I feel like I'm under a hex
Such that I only think about se-
-lling my heart and soul to you
so that you won't be blue—
You being blue I never want to see
Because, although your eyes are blue like the sea,
I never want you to be
the bad kind of blue, if you know what I mean
(If you don't, then what I mean is that I don't want to see you
sad; I relate sad with the color blue—
Now see, do you?)
So, I again raise my glass to your beauty
And hope that you can stay with me
As we stand on the snowy ridge of an overlooking
mountain range buffeted by a windy breeze
and see.