Popular Post TwiLyghtSansSparkles she/her Posted January 15, 2015 Popular Post Report Share Posted January 15, 2015 To my beloved, Shall I compare thee in a romantic way? Thou art like a potato, scattered 'cross a minefield Tho' not literally scattered, for then thou wouldst be exploded Which wouldst be sad, for I enjoy thee in thy un-exploded state But thou art quite potato-like in thy demeanor From thy lover, So thou art saying I art small, round, and lumpy? Forsooth, this is not a flattering comparison. To my beloved, No! I art saying that thou art a nice surprise. For as it would be to find a potato in a minefield Thou art that potato. From thy lover, Truly, It is a good thing thou art cute. 20 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Vision he/him Posted January 15, 2015 Report Share Posted January 15, 2015 Signed in just to upvote this masterpiece. 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RShara she/her Posted January 15, 2015 Report Share Posted January 15, 2015 You win the internets for today! 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
king of nowhere Posted January 15, 2015 Report Share Posted January 15, 2015 oh, man, I wish I was still in contact with my high school english teacher to show her that. I'm sure she'd love it. 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Fifth of Daybreak he/him Posted January 15, 2015 Report Share Posted January 15, 2015 I'm not sure if you've redeemed poetry in my mind, or further condemned it. I'll let you know when my brain unexplodes after reading that. 6 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bronzeheart he/him Posted January 15, 2015 Report Share Posted January 15, 2015 I've never been into poetry, but that was masterful. This is the first time a poem made me laugh, and I thank you for that. 5 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Andrew C Posted January 15, 2015 Report Share Posted January 15, 2015 That poem is like a kitten in a minefield. You feel terrible for laughing at it, but you can't take your eyes from it until the horrible ending. 4 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bronzeheart he/him Posted January 15, 2015 Report Share Posted January 15, 2015 That poem is like a kitten in a minefield. You feel terrible for laughing at it, but you can't take your eyes from it until the horrible ending. Interesting simile. I see it kinda like a post turtle (for those not in the know, a turtle that has been put upside down on a fence post). You feel bad for laughing at it, don't know how the blasted thing got there in the first place, and you just can't help but feel sorry for it. 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
gjustice99 she/her Posted January 16, 2015 Report Share Posted January 16, 2015 Interesting simile. I see it kinda like a post turtle (for those not in the know, a turtle that has been put upside down on a fence post). You feel bad for laughing at it, don't know how the blasted thing got there in the first place, and you just can't help but feel sorry for it. But wouldn't you get the turtle down? I would probably end up picking it up and taking it home. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bronzeheart he/him Posted January 16, 2015 Report Share Posted January 16, 2015 (edited) But wouldn't you get the turtle down? I would probably end up picking it up and taking it home. Yes I would get it down, because turtles are awesome and don't deserve that . Doesn't change the fact though that I'd probably laugh while I was putting it back on the ground. Edited January 16, 2015 by Bronzeheart 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
RShara she/her Posted January 16, 2015 Report Share Posted January 16, 2015 That poem is like....poop on ice cream! It's horrible, it's bad for you, but you can't help but laugh at it and wonder how it got there. 2 Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
Bronzeheart he/him Posted January 16, 2015 Report Share Posted January 16, 2015 That poem is like....poop on ice cream! It's horrible, it's bad for you, but you can't help but laugh at it and wonder how it got there. Got to admit...that's one of the more colorful expressions I've heard. And yet it's strangely appropriate. Link to comment Share on other sites More sharing options...
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