John
My Natasha sonnet:
I feel that I have groped you all my life;
now you have come, my ecstasy completes.
Let us, my fragile one, commence relations,
and save the dialogue for later on.
The Russian men are short, or so it seems;
I, on the other hand, are very large.
Allow me to present you my credentials;
here is my data for your eyes to feast upon.
My photo tells it how I look in life;
much maturation has occurred, you will observe.
I part my hair behind, dare not eat peach:
it is the teeth of me unfortunately gone.
I am the terminal relation that you seek.
I hope that you will come again, then speak.
TA-DA!
Philip
Last edited by Philip Quinlan; 02-07-2009 at 01:16 AM.
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