Michael Gale Poems

Chug a lug-chug a-lug....
Nothing like the smitten bug.

We thirst for love, one love-embroiled...
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You would probably have to put hot coals under my feet...
To drag my butt, into the sneak peek, of a chick flick.

I am a romantic, but spare me the gushing muck...
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The auburn sun drifted and lowered behind the forested, mountain peak...
Rustic blazing so beautified, as we now might read or speak.

Such beauty stagnates the breath...
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Her heart, was my moon...
Come to me, not to soon.

She orbited my lonely space...
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I loved her best, as best as mine...
If only she'd be, just thine.

Be just, thy heart of thine...
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Be little, be light...
Lest ye be kissed by night.

This night...
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There was an alligator...
That met a girl, and ate 'er.

He had such fun...
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I cannot escape your beautiful looks...
Your unequalled beauty, is another one, for the books.

I cannot escape your unequalled smarts...
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Beget, regret disloyal sway...
Beyond all greed, of greed, this day.

Manly greed, stings all men...
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Thy sunlight silhouetted at thy, pitied door...
Thy renewed moon beams, yet,
less, transfigured, time a more.
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