Washington Post Competition

[Julia Kimber]

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 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.

Kind, intelligent, loving, and hot.
This describes everything you're not.

I want to feel your sweet embrace
But don't take that bag from off your face.

My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife, Marrying you screwed up my
life.

I see your face when I am dreaming.
That's why I always wake up screaming.

My love, you take my breath away.
What have you stepped in to smell this way?

What inspired this amorous rhyme?
Two parts vodka, one part lime.





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[Michelle]

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