Olive Oil Poem by Mark Curtis

Olive Oil



My dearest darling Olive Oil, I hope this don't make your blood boil.
Spare me some you time, that I can spend, to prove I am aa actual friend?
I want to win back all your trust, don't make me wait until I rust.
I know I need just one more chance; this time won't be a merry dance.
Let me fill your night and day with exciting things in every way.
Could go bowling, just hit a ball or lean and chat against a wall.
Pale smooth skin on frame of back I will massage and never slack.
Caress your neck while washing dishes that is one of my favourite wishes.
Protect forever in might of arms deflect bad feeling through childish charms.
Two outta three they say aint bad but with all three your never sad.
Spot your mistake in the line above, I bet you'd hit me with a boxing glove.
So I'd take you on the focus mitts and absorb your girly fluffy hits.
Then after all that work and play I'd say this to you everyday.
You are perfect and I want to spoil my dearest darling Olive Oil.

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