Joseph O'Ryan


My Luck (With You) - Poem by Joseph O'Ryan

Cute rhymes,
Arranged for you.
I spent
All afternoon
Composing tunes,
Always for you.

I bought
You sweet flowers,
But not as sweet as you,
So I thought.

Pretty soon
My wallet was empty,
And the tunes
Cracked like Humpty Dumpty.

My luck
Was fucked.
I changed the rhymes for you,
That is what love can do.
We use to
Cuddle up for hours,
That’s just wilted flowers
That don’t
Smell quite as sweet anymore.
I won’t
Pick them up off of the floor.


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  • (5/9/2006 4:48:00 PM)


    luck-of-the-Irish. shot to hell here? go buy yourself a guinness. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, May 9, 2006



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