She quietly said, 'Milton... I love you.'
His light heart ballooned to the moon.
She flew out - - 'So shy! ' he thought, but he knew
That wedding bells would clanggg very soon.
Long had he worshipped and followed her,
Sent her lingerie and flowers.
At long last his ardor had paid off
for ere long (drool) her clothes she'd doff!
Milton suffers a personal weakness:
Quite certain he knows false from true.
But to his wretched horror and bleakness,
He found out she'd said, 'I love Hugh'.
Are you sure she wasn't talking about her favorite color 'olive hue'? Fun one, Est! -chuck
Esther, you wrote with your pitchfork today, now admit it! Quite an amusing Read....I am not what one would characterize as a'laugher', however, there was a pronounced bellow heard by all in my general vicinity, upon my Reading the final line of your work....''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''''FJR
You know, ...I think that happened once...to ME! ! HAHA...love it anyway. Robert
Utterly hilariously wonderful! A shining juxtaposition of soaring emotion and watching it all come down (so to speak) .... t x
This was just hysterically funny...poor Milty! Lucky ' Hugh' (for writing such a funny poem!)
nice twist, you really had me going there... i wonder what was the inspiration. cheers, masha
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Hee hee hee! Loved this Esther, thanks for the giggle. (looks like our Chuck's got some competition in the humour stakes!) Hugs Anna xxx