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Bruce, Caroline

Tonight

The thought of tonight
Fills me with delight,
When I think of all that I'll do,
It fills me with enjoyment,
Much more than employment,
And a satisfied sigh, long and true.

Some say that men think
Too much of these things,
And I guess there's some truth in all that,
But what can I say?
I love it, yay-hey!
It's wonderful and that's a fact.

My mind is one-tracked,
That's the truth, quite exact,
Maybe I should not speak of it here,
But it brings so much joy
To this happy boy,
So I'll speak of it, yes, loud and clear.

So what will I be doing
That's so heart-renewing,
And fills me with calm, oh so deep?
Well what did you think?
Will I empty the sink?
No way, pal, I'm going to sleep!
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Not bad Bruce, not bad. Actually rather enjoyable.
Now in your poetry tags over the next few entries, I'd like to see the following:

  • a three stanzaed limerick on the beauty of ketchup

  • a haiku followed by a sonet which reflects your adoration of a certain Wisconsin lass

  • a multiverse poem explaining to all of us who don't understand such things, the joys of smothering one's chicken in ketchup

  • 8 couplets expounding the virtues of Corner Gas



Come on, have at it.
<broad grins>
Good poem. I like it.
MK, I know my mind should never have gone down that road, but id did and I was like, "He's doing whaaaaaaaat?" OK, so, never mind...