What Love Is

It's time to write a poem of love
Let me see now where do I start?
Love is like a feeling you get
Somewhere deep in your heart

It doesn't feel like heartburn
Though many men swear it might
I think it's something about making up
Right after you've had a fight

Love is being considerate
I don't even know what that means
I just needed a four syllable word
To fill in the inbetweens

Love is something about the toliet seat
Do I leave it up or down?
Or eating that leftover meatloaf
With a smile instead of a frown

Love is sharing her dentures
When you have an apple to eat
Or maybe not holding your nose
When she asks you to rub her feet

Now ain't my wife so lucky
To have a man like me?
I may not know what love is
But I'm as funny as I can be
Copyright © | Year Posted 2010

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Taylor Avatar
June 2, 2010 at 11:56 AM
Good laff. Last line is a fact. Ralph
Gorelick Avatar
June 2, 2010 at 10:49 AM
YOur right. your wife is lucky..life is hard enough..you just have to be able to laugh. BG
Al-Riyami Avatar
June 2, 2010 at 10:39 AM
HAHAHA :D (Y)
Loving Iii Avatar
June 2, 2010 at 10:25 AM
your full of it.
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