John Thorkild Ellison
A Strange Disease - Poem by John Thorkild Ellison
You make me dream of ghostly fleas
And bring policemen to their knees -
I have to say, because of this,
That loving you's a stange disease.
Sometimes you make me want to sneeze
Because I've smelt some mouldy cheese,
And then afar on distant seas
I hear your laughter on the breeze
I've seen a mousetrap in your eyes
And lots of mice, and more besides,
And yet you make me dream of fleas
By feeding me on bits of cheese.
Can you explain why you do this
And won't allow a single kiss
When loving you's a strange disease
That brings policemen to their knees?
Or do you think you're very wise
By trapping me inside your eyes?
One day I'll snap and start to scream
To break out from this awful dream!
I'd like to feel your little breasts
Beneath my hands like starlings' nests,
I'd like to hear you sigh and moan
As sweetly as a saxophone!
I must insist you hug me too
Because I love you through and through,
You'll realise this love is true
When I stick to you like Superglue! !
The simple fact is plain to see
That you and I make history,
My burning love has made me drool
And in return you've acted cruel,
But will this poem ever end
Like the bitter parting from a friend?
Please stick to me like Superglue
My final words are 'I love you! ! '
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