Come Live With Me And Be My Love Parody Ii - Come, Rumba With Me - Christopher Marlowe Poem by Jonathan ROBIN

Come Rumba with Me - Be My Love

TRUE EMBRACE


True? rum_b(e) a(r) with me, be my love?
Rum whisky tipple makes one think,
Urge surges and within a wink
Enchantment's spells the heart may move.
Each day I'll pour my sonnets out,
Make rhymes which some think up the spout,
Brand brandy soda mode a bandy
Rum, - once again - will make you randy !
And should a double tot improve
CEment gold band, that would be grandy !


Response after Sir Walter Raleigh

Now if the world were ever young,
with truth in every poet's tongue
undying flame your name I'd sing,
with compliments in everything,

regrets you'd never hear - my lung
unending praises might have sung.
Such declaration would you bring
to ecstasy’s orgasmic ring.

Each sense whence Homo Sap does spring
upon eternity would cling,
Years untold spend for joy sans end,
as colour flows rainbows suspend.

Poor me ! for time retains its sting,
is fleeting swift upon the wing
one hour, one day or night, fair friend,
each to Fate’s finger dust must bend!


© Jonathan Robin Acrostic Parody written 5 April 2005