just for laughs. or is it? i asked robbie to write me a love poem that I can post tonight when I get home

She was just sixteen When his kiss stole her young hear… A soft, tender start Warm emotions burned within No cold shower cooled her skin

The woods are on fire As the afternoon winds blow A red orange glow As far as our eyes can see Glorious nature’s tapestry

Once upon a time in a village by t… There lived a lady whom we shall c… She likes to work all day Till the sky’s dark and gray She toils non-stop for she loves t…

Dusk it was And the sky vermillion; I spy the… Dropping behind the nebulous blue… I walked along The unspoiled ivory beach, mind tr…

A Limerick Just for Laughs We all went to dinner; me, myself… We sat on one chair, we don’t know… I did most of the talking Myself quietly listening

Many friends had he During his time of plenty Now the room’s empty. In his season of trouble Alone in the crucible

There was once a man whose malady’… His doctor prescribed a suspicious… He complied religiously Every day consistently But then after several days, he be…

She had walked into my world un-in… One Monday morning in very early… She was in tears, her face full of… Wanting to leave, go back home soo… Be still! I hushed my six-year o…

Bright lights all around the neigh… Putting everyone in a festive, hap… And in the airwaves, we hear holid… The malls brimming with persistent… We’re there; be it sunny skies or…

She’s my butterfly princess From the day that she was born Over fifteen years ago She’s my sunshine every morn Lovely lady she now is

Enthralled I am, awestruck captiv… Her loveliness defying description Her sweet pleasing honeysuckle fre… Stirring long-buried dormant emoti… Her subtle evanescent lilac scent

It’s a season of promise that all’… Heaven smiles; yeah! The future’s… All we see, hear, touch! What a d… Nature’s beauty has cast a magical… Sadly, spring will eventually bid…

It’s April, spring has arrived Warmer temps with lots of rain Perpetually overcast But hopes good weather will reign Buds break in twigs and branches

Summers used to be pleasant In the air the ocean’s salty scent Lows in the low seventies Highs in the low nineties Clear deep blue skies