A Different Love
There was very little physical about their love,
It went well beyond all that,
Like two Swans whose necks intertwine,
Creating an everlasting bond,
They embraced, floating away together,
Into the Eternity of Time,
Miami has a pickle smell,
A smell that tells you all is well,
You enter in a restaurant,
And eat and eat all that you want.
And there is herring too, you know,
So white that it resembles snow,
'Light Bagels' with some cream and lox,
That even would please Mr. Fox.