Last Poem

Eleanor
Now heres some facts I want you to know,
My poems are growing, does it show?
So go ahead and read my rhyme,
And don't forget our meeting time!

Do I have to?
Oh, I didn't forget, I just made sure I was out.
I really have been very rash,
In spending so much of my cash,
I know that flowers don't say it all,
But seeing them is irresistable.

I think we're up to Ł2.00 by now...

I managed to resist just fine actually.
I adore the way you play the flute,
You really are so very cute,
I love your hair all shiny and long,
And your gorgeous eyes so brown and strong,

I'm beginning to sound like a puppy dog here.
Please don't think this is a fake,
For your precious hand I soon will take,
And if you think this is a joke,
Your wrong you see, 'cause I'm your bloke.

I'll put it under armed guard just in case he tries.
No, definitely beyond a joke now.
"Your wrong". Is that like "My bad"?
Now, on Sunday night at 9.10,
Come outside your garden when,
Round the corner we shall meet,
For you I have a little treat.

My garden doesn't really have an inside and an outside...

Little being the operative word presumably, since treat certainly isn't.
For what we'll do will be a sin,
And you must not tell Catherine,
I know you've told her things already,
But you'll soon stop that, when were going steady.

Oh really?
Now would I do a thing like that?
Obviously I would....
Ha, ha, ha. Does he not know women tell their friends everything?

Now please let me apologise,
For what I did you'll realise,
Was just a joke, that was pathetic,
But I must say you're quite energetic,

I'm a bit confused here, but I believe he is referring to when he
whistled at me and I gave him the bird. Not quite sure how that
counts as being energetic, but still.
I hope you didn't find it too insulting,
The way I whistled, when you were walking,
And If you blank me, I don't care,
But even though, you're not being fair.

Actually I thought they were whistling at Catherine,
as she's the blonde one.

No, I'm the brunette.

I'll say you are the best in college,
That is of course to my own knowledge,
I dream of you every night,
Make them come true? Is that alright?

Best at what dare I ask?
And you have a lot of this knowledge do you?
Too much information!
No, no, no, no, no. Somebody help me!

I told Mr. Fuzz and the other goats,
All about my other three notes,
They some how found out there was more than one,
They asked me most questions under the sun.

He talks to goats now...
Other four actually.

I love you Eleanor, I love you so,
I love you, I love you, I love you, you know!
I want to hold you in my arms,
Let me express some of my charms.

Sorry? What was that?
Oh, sorry, I thought you said you loved me. My mistake.

Must... control... fists... of... death...

Now your reading my last verse,
To say on Tuesday night we will converse,
All I want to say to you,
I want you darling, get my view?

Thank goodness!
Hold on, it was Sunday earlier, or do I get the joys twice?

No, but here's my rear view...

Mr. Tuesday Night Guy

Back to other poetry

Eleanor Now heres some facts I want you to know, My poems are growing, does it show? So go ahead and read my rhyme, And don't forget our meeting time!	Do I have to? Oh, I didn't forget, I just made sure I was out.
I really have been very rash, In spending so much of my cash, I know that flowers don't say it all, But seeing them is irresistable.	I think we're up to Ł2.00 by now... I managed to resist just fine actually.
I adore the way you play the flute, You really are so very cute, I love your hair all shiny and long, And your gorgeous eyes so brown and strong,	I'm beginning to sound like a puppy dog here.
Please don't think this is a fake, For your precious hand I soon will take, And if you think this is a joke, Your wrong you see, 'cause I'm your bloke.	I'll put it under armed guard just in case he tries. No, definitely beyond a joke now. "Your wrong". Is that like "My bad"?
Now, on Sunday night at 9.10, Come outside your garden when, Round the corner we shall meet, For you I have a little treat.	My garden doesn't really have an inside and an outside... Little being the operative word presumably, since treat certainly isn't.
For what we'll do will be a sin, And you must not tell Catherine, I know you've told her things already, But you'll soon stop that, when were going steady.	Oh really? Now would I do a thing like that? Obviously I would.... Ha, ha, ha. Does he not know women tell their friends everything?
Now please let me apologise, For what I did you'll realise, Was just a joke, that was pathetic, But I must say you're quite energetic,	I'm a bit confused here, but I believe he is referring to when he whistled at me and I gave him the bird. Not quite sure how that counts as being energetic, but still.
I hope you didn't find it too insulting, The way I whistled, when you were walking, And If you blank me, I don't care, But even though, you're not being fair.	Actually I thought they were whistling at Catherine, as she's the blonde one. No, I'm the brunette.
I'll say you are the best in college, That is of course to my own knowledge, I dream of you every night, Make them come true? Is that alright?	Best at what dare I ask? And you have a lot of this knowledge do you? Too much information! No, no, no, no, no. Somebody help me!
I told Mr. Fuzz and the other goats, All about my other three notes, They some how found out there was more than one, They asked me most questions under the sun.	He talks to goats now... Other four actually.
I love you Eleanor, I love you so, I love you, I love you, I love you, you know! I want to hold you in my arms, Let me express some of my charms.	Sorry? What was that? Oh, sorry, I thought you said you loved me. My mistake. Must... control... fists... of... death...
Now your reading my last verse, To say on Tuesday night we will converse, All I want to say to you, I want you darling, get my view?	Thank goodness! Hold on, it was Sunday earlier, or do I get the joys twice? No, but here's my rear view...
Mr. Tuesday Night Guy