gargoyles

The gargoyles sit on the fence blinking like sheep, all in a row where’s the romance in that? humor me, please, before it’s too late. I’d like to see you sharpen your teeth and hiss some outstanding poetry, grow some fangs, flap your wings at the crows I know it’s all laughable limerence the slap and tickle limerick between you and me, I’ll gift you this, though, generously, you make me smile and laugh uproariously, at this, from my lips to yours the words, "I do" - agree Candide Diderot. ‘24