The Poetry

I love poetry, Mallory! You wanna hear a freestyle?

Um, zee poetry? Oui, Carl.

One two, one two!

I need a broad topless

To keep my house spotless

Lips shiny or glossless

Can’t stop me I’m stopless

I’ve got this nasty cramp

Cause I’m jonesin’ for a tram-

Hey, what’s the matter?

Uh… well… I… Carl… I don’t really like…

It’s better than any rhyme you could do! You’d probably be like “Mmm…. duh… I’m zee shits…I don’t shave my pits…”

I wrote some poetry yesterday.

I… I could read it, maybe.

This is gonna be hilarious! Your flow probably moves like a naked bum screeching down a metal playground slide!

Zee poem, she is called “Lonely Lovers”, oui?

I’ll move slow to intense

Like I’m circling your nipples

Tracing body fat like water drops

That make concentric ripples

Sweat glides across your body

Like humid summer rains

Heat builds and rises upwards

As you thicken up your veins

Our skin it gently pulses

Sensitive to stimulation

I press my hands against you

To support my slow gyration

I can’t believe you wrote a poem about me!

I knew you wanted me!

I… Carl, she is only a poem… I zink you are confused. And I didn’t finish reading it…

There’s more? What did you find to rhyme with Carl?

Does anything rhyme with Carl? I’m checking Google!

I… I’ll finish zee poem now.

But I can only write

About what I need most

I’ll walk the earth alone

The lonely virgin ghost