Sandra Dodd

Rookie (April 17,1967 / Los Angeles, CA)

Your Scientific Crooning Has Me Swooning - Poem by Sandra Dodd

So your the smart type
bookish in every right.
In science they created a letter
before A to give you a grade.
When you whisper in my ear
I am impressed with the vocabulary.
Talking above me about how
I do it for your superior psyche.
I don’t know what your saying dear
But I swoon!

For instance that
my hips are as the
coefficient of thixotrophy.
I am thinking this is good.
After I look it up
ponder it a day or two,
I realize they do it for you.
I swoon!

When you read me
'Analysis of a model of the
Mammalian Cell cycle's G1 phase'
Then proclaimed you loved me
more than the mammalian cycle itself.
What can I say!
This causes a girl to swell,
especially if the thesaurus is handy
and I have a few days
to reread the GI phase.
I swoon!

When a kiss
is rightly delivered
you croon of my electromagnetic
affects arising in your biology.
I think this is great,
for I really do it sweetly
for the smart guy,
who intelligently croons.
I Swoon!

So what if I have to
retreat to the restroom
for my hidden geek to woman
translation guide each time
you scientifically croon.
I see your smile,
eyes lids covering eyes
rolled back in your head.
Loving me smartly is nice,
but I have the feeling
I am also getting it right.
I Swoon!

At places I have had
to draw the line
Like wanting to measure the distance from
my arch striatum ante flexion
to my bassilic gluteous maxim us.
You were over thinking that.
Was instantly flattered at the offer,
right after I bought a medical dictionary.
All that smart dirty talk keeps it fresh.
I Swoon!

Really not sure what you see
in an average girl like me.
Possibly you think I know
what you speak of when
you scientifically croon.
No! I know you
smartly love me still.
That you adore my touch.
If I die would miss me much.
That some day your going to find,
name a bacterium after our baby!
That my name is on your oscilloscope.

Please don’t respond,
I am too tired to go look it up.


Comments about Your Scientific Crooning Has Me Swooning by Sandra Dodd

  • (1/31/2010 3:08:00 PM)


    The old thixotrophy got me sliding about all over the place before my admiration for you as a poet finally sunk in!

    Your headache's are simply a desire to be a greater poet.
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    Larger Christmas stockings and the finest banquet children could ever desire.
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    Good thoughts to this poem that were well thought out, it kinda becomes a forced statement to the reader especially if male, who cannot help but to put themselves in your place as you wrote it.
    Especially like the medical terms, that become reasoning to the scientific love conundrum you are writing about......
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  • (1/29/2010 7:37:00 AM)


    Awesome! ................. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 29, 2010



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