Her Poetry Sucked

[Con Chapman]

She was frail, and lithe and wan–
Most delicate thing I’d laid eyes on.
I’d have killed to possess her by usufruct–
Except for one thing: her poetry sucked.

She had silver threads among the gold
that suggested loves once young, now old.
I’d have fallen for her like a loaded dump truck–
Except for one thing: her poetry sucked.

“Please read this for me, and see what you think,”
She said as she passed me her paper and ink.
“I’m not sure it works,” she modestly clucked.
I had to agree: her poetry sucked.

 

I scanned her lines–it was clear she had not.
I tried to make sense of what she had wrought.
“It’s . . . different,” I said, as her hair she plucked.
I concealed my conclusion: her poetry sucked.

I found myself poetically unstimulated,
but I was aroused, and so I dissimulated.
You see, in order for me to get–uh, laid–
I couldn’t have told her: her poetry sucked.

[Chicago Guy]

Hah! I sure know THIS movie well!

[Con Chapman]

It's totally fiction--I would never be so cynical.

[Emily Conyngham]

OKAY!!!

Well, Gee!

I can see a smiling face upon my knee

Begging for a lie

And so I smiled , somewhat sly

Are all men as big as thee?

[Con Chapman]

I'm 5' 10" dripping wet.

[Emily Conyngham]

hahahaha. Sure ya are.

[Emily Conyngham]

You get HUGE bonus points for starting with usufruct though, so all is not lost.

[Con Chapman]

Gotta use usufruct--nobody else does anymore.

[Rita Shibr]

hmmm.  Says it all I guess. 

[Con Chapman]

 . . . or not.

[Rosigami]

I had to look up what "usufruct" meant... Thanks for the vocabulary lesson and the whimsy!