The first time that I kissed her,
On a scale of one to ten,
Was roughly, oh, a three.
So she said: “Let’s do that again.”
The second time was better,
Some nice form, some good technique –
The third time, we had slipped a bit
But that was not our peak —
For by the forty-seventh time
We’d got it mostly right.
But still, we practiced half the day
And well into the night
For anything worth doing
Is worth doing really well:
And it was great. But I’ll stop there.
Hey, I don’t kiss
And tell
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Night and Day
Have you ever had an experience that was amazing the first time, but terrible the second time around? Or vice versa? What made it different the second time?
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Excellent! And a gentlemanly end.
I started working on that sonnet yesterday- it’s tough! Any tips?
I’m doing a series of them and they’re tough. I’d say vary the rhyme scheme where you need to.
Thanks.
I’m off to paint-enough of reading others work-although i wish i could find the energy/time to write as well as paint.
You poets are on a roll and i envy you.