True Love

Her hair as red as a flame Her lips were colored the same … That Irish Lass … So full of sass He’s wonderin’ if she’d take his name? Her to him: “You’ve got a crust! With courtin’ and dowry a must … … in wooin’ I’ll naught … ever be caught Afore me name I’d adjust!” “Oh, wee lassie, please see: ‘T is you - the woman for me … I’ve 10,000 wells … of oil I sells Marry me”, he said on one knee. “Oh! My! I see you’re sincere My name change … it’s drawing near … ‘bout that oil … … can’t let it spoil! Now … what’s my new last name, me dear?

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Moon Hunter

Date: 8/3/2014 10:19:00 PM

it was a very well written poem and very well detailed but my only comment that may be only a small problem is the amount of silent pauses out side of that it is a very good poem and it just doesn't make complete but no poem ever does if it's any good.

Robert Nehls

Date: 7/22/2014 12:13:00 PM

Hey, Jack. This is a really good one and probably quite a common thing. I thought this one was very well written and fun to read, my friend..... Robert.