It’s just a tiny squeeze she said
It’s okay once you’re past your head
It opens wide
Once you’re inside
I think I might have been misled
Life lover
Death mugger
Hope giver
Low sugar
Water chugger
Love lugger
Tree hugger
Silly bugger
Fun frolicker
Food fantasiser
Friend finder
Hug holder
Soft shouldered
Money shrugger
Deep diver
Divine dealer
Rift healer
Hate hater
Kindness creator
Destiny developer
Imperfect Father figure
Occasional tent rigger
Peace pursuer
Joy juggler
Plate wobbler
Poetry writer
Destiny thriver
Earth empowerer
Environment ambassador
Eden encourager
Evil eradicator
Snake stamper
Veganish validator
Animal appreciator
Wonderful wisdom warrior
Future fantasiser
Present meditator
Past appreciator
Sporty spectator
Not so bad geezer
Summertime sneezer
Bespectacled bungler
Kitchen surface scrubberer
Sad movie blubberer
Healthcare handler
Magic marveller
Movie meddler
Piano plonker
Canine craver
Book reveller
River walker
Christ carrier
Church changer
Cross celebrator
Deafness dabbler
Community keeper
Poverty challenger
Happiness harbinger
Justice instigator
Prayer purveyor
Holiness hailer
Jehovah jotter
Jesus jostler
Bible basher
Beautiful
Believer.
At a fashionable diner,
a very funny familiar scene unfolds
A man dressed in his Sunday best clothes,
orders an appetizer for him and his date
In a jiffy comes the waiter
with two delicious bowls of soup
Then comes that familiar part ...
Oops!
Soup split all over his nice threads,
lighting up the red bulb in his head
Only one question for social science
need be asked though:
Will you be the schlemiel or the schmo?
Will you be the chump
who gets the soup dumped in your lap?
Or will you be the bungler
who does the Three Stooges stumble act?
Schlemiel or schmo,
which one are you?
I wanna know
Schmo or schlemiel ...
either way,
a stupid look is stupid still
I can't take back my eye's
From you the most elegant girl.
I observe the billowing,
The wavy immature,
The adolescence of Thy creature.
You become disgusted,
It's natural and beautiful.
I can't take back my eye's.
You the princess of flower,
Roaming hornets moves restlessly.
They try to sing an effective song
In a choked voice
To win over your attraction.
Your tremble and nimble eye's
Artfully neglects this prologues.
You trained by the nature
About their manners and customs.
You keep intact your solemnity.
Some of them blown out and gone,
Some of them wrathfully gone,
I whom you guess a bungler
Astonish you,
Is now your room for an idol.
Still even now,
I can't take back my eye's.
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