They say that more people write poems than read them. With all the junk that people write on the net, this is probably true. I’m trying to reverse this phenomenon by making you read this poem that I wrote. Anyways, this is a form of poetry that is loosely based on what the French call villanelle. I, on the other hand, call it a public service announcement. And an excuse for writing something on the 8th day of 2008. Enjoy! 
Eversince you’ve been to my 5-in-1
Let you do the #1, the #2 but not the #3
My PJs I wonder where they’ve gone
To the inviting crib you’ve come undone
Slippery, hairy, surprisingly ready
Eversince you’ve been to my 5-in-1
It was all a blur, firing like a machine-gun
Until I had to let go, set it all free
My PJs I wonder where they’ve gone
Drank you have, gulping all and left none
Everything in me was smiling, even my goatee
Eversince you’ve been to my 5-in-1
But then you fled without notice at dawn
The doors unlocked; in went the banshee
My PJs I wonder where they’ve gone
Long have I waited for your caramel bun
That I can never touch, oh no siree
Eversince you’ve been to my 5-in-1
My PJs I wonder where they’ve gone
i have never ever been to your 5-in-1
but judging from your villanelle
i imagine it to be so much fun
is this a place? your room? your heart?
tell me, i have no idea since
i have never ever been to your 5-in-1
there’s drinking and goatees smiling
and things coming undone, wow
i imagine it to be so much fun
but you seem to have lost something
your PJs? no, don’t look at me!
i have never ever been to your 5-in-1
monky, look at the bright side
i bet you sleep naked now
i imagine it to be so much fun
the read-write ratio of poems has gone back to 1:1
it’s your fault. next time kase, invite me naman!
i have never ever been to your 5-in-1
i imagine it to be so much fun
Comment by Marco Baylon — January 9, 2008 @ 1:27 pm |
Dammit Marco! I think I like your reply poem better than mine.
Wow, we’re a poet but we just don’t know it.
Btw, I’ve always slept naked.
Comment by thezenmonk — January 9, 2008 @ 1:37 pm |
How dare you!?!?! How come you don’t sleep naked when we’re together!?
I’m not into poems. Last poem i read was the ever famous “Ang Aking Alaga”.
Anyways, go on. Do poems. I’ll read em for you. *wink wink*
Comment by Bogs — January 9, 2008 @ 6:19 pm |
See when you’re already asleep Bogs, I quietly take off my shirt and pull down my boxers. And just before you wake up, in an equally stealthy fashion, I put them all back.
Comment by thezenmonk — January 9, 2008 @ 7:15 pm |
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