poet James McLain

James McLain

I Did It There, 'Because You Liked It'

i did it,
there 'because you liked it'
but if i keep doing it,
we mustn't tell each other why.
and sparrows cannot fly
with out their wings.
you are why i keep doing it.
i did it because you liked it.
and i liked it as well.
when you like it as much as i do.
and you liked it even more.
and when i some times do it here.
and some times over there,
you seem to like more.
i think,
you just like to watch my face,
when my eyes balls.
did what you say they did,
though i am hard pressed
to believe what you say
that they did it any way.
meat balls like you said they did.
never the less
and you still have to help me.
as i still can't do it very long.
and when that moment comes.
just squeeze them more.
please,
do not make a long production out of it.
it's over much to quick.
i think it's only there because,
you have left me there to long.
and it seems
i always have and always will
and look at how it does it even now.
why....it's still doing it and i know it's
because you liked it
and so i did it just for you.
and your so pleased
you mustn't ever tell her how
or even must a why,
but i will do it for you there
just one more time
if you promise to stay quite.

Poem Submitted: Monday, December 14, 2009
Poem Edited: Sunday, March 21, 2010

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Comments about I Did It There, 'Because You Liked It' by James McLain

  • Halana Williams (12/15/2009 9:43:00 AM)

    psch! lol nice poem but i bet you cant tell me what 'it' was lol lmao.

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  • Joy Williams (12/14/2009 5:28:00 PM)

    i like it because it was telling a story that u had to figure out almost. It allowed u to compose a movie in your head and to pick the subject of what 'it' actually is.

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