Diana Poem by Robert Rorabeck

You f%cking douche rag of honey;
Yes, I want it in the fridge, where it can live forever;
And then your fart blooms like an incontinent strawberry,
And the ferry makes love under the bridge;
And the dolphins play with their dogs,
If they are smart enough;
And we will all make it enough to our end,

And we will spell out, and we will put it down;
And it will all drool like honey,
Diana- all from our other ends, and you will never
Read this Diana;
And yet your daughter is beautiful, even if I have never seen,
Her, Diana: she must be almost as beautiful as you
Are,
As beautiful as strawberries,

As beautiful as watermelons all strung out and stolen
All week
Which are now hanging like fattened scuppernongs
Underneath the wishing wells of
The Christmas tree,
Or at least the dark and unthankful places where I wished
We could go and
Make love;

And make love…. Diana.