Tin Can Poems

The humble apple is a thing of beauty.
It even has a sense of duty.
For eating one a day, they say,
Quite possibly, keeps the doctor away.
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The spoon was a loon,
Who made my girl swoon,
After this stainless steel buffoon.
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Often I find myself incline,
To write my feelings down in rhyme.
About my love that's never returned,
Rather like, that, of a lover spurned.
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If I were your prisoner,
Locked in your heart I'd want to be,
Knowing, that caged there,
You'd forever be close to me.
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I was thinking of you today.
'In what way? ' I hear you say.
Oh. Just in one of your loving pose.
You know. Where you're picking your nose.
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Perfect isn't easy,
That much is true.
But a perfect love,
I've found in you.
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Promise

I was afraid you'd go, yet you stayed.
Who could ask for more...? Yet, I prayed...,
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In my bath the water is really hot.
Cold water in my bath...? I like, but not a lot.
For on immersion I like the pain,
As on insertion, it synapses the brain,
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I used to have it all.
You used to give it all.
I could fondle and caress,
Without causing distress.
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I say I love you everyday, but you still won't let me stay.
You always want it all your way, forever holding me at bay.
I'm forced to write this rhyme, as now it's become a crime,
Committed every time, when the fault is yours not mine.
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