Here’s a love poem I wrote for my girlfriend, Candy.
Candy
Candy, I’m your man
We’re two peas in a pea and marshmallow sandwich
You’re the duffel to my bag
The open to my sesame
The ear to my wig
I’ll always be here for you
Like a barnacle on a whale
You’re my whale baby
Blow your spout for me
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That’s pretty romantic Car. Candy is one lucky “barnacle on a whale”.
I’m the barnacle and Candy’s the whale. She’s too tough to have to cling to me.
I’m glad to hear she’s her own person, but I wonder what she thinks of you calling her a whale.
A whale? A WHALE? You better have some mighty fine explanation for calling me a whale, Car.
Uh… you like the water and are larger than life?
Are you calling me fat???
I’m not calling you fat. I’m just saying that you remind me of a whale, a cute whale.
What do you think whales are, Car? Skinny?
I thought of you more as a pygmy killer whale. They’re still larger than life in personality, but not gigantic.
Are calling me short???
Candy, there’s no way I could ever even think you’re short…
Are you calling me tall???
I’m not calling you anything, except perfect in every way.
A perfect Amazonian whale who’s shorter than a sapling compared to you?
Umm, I’m sorry?
Oh Car, I’m sorry too. Your poem was wonderful. You even mentioned my favorite meal. 😦 I’ll be your whale any time you want me to be.
It’s okay Candy. You really are the apple to my worm. 🙂
Oh Car, you’re so romantic! 🙂
OMG!!!
A comment-conversation between Candy and Car—Totally Precious 🙂
Well, Car can be a sweetheart, when he doesn’t stick his foot in his mouth… sometimes literally. I don’t know how he can balance on one foot like that.
Oh, Wow, Oh, Wow!!
Candy Responded to me 🙂
Every relationship needs a little bit of blog comment argument once in a while. 🙂 It gets the blood pumping and the bile from clogging in your intestines.
Any girl could fall for a guy that wrote poems about her, especially like that! 🙂
Candy fell for me because of my boyishly good looks.:)
Actually, I fell for him because of his ability to eat twelve baked potatoes in one sitting.
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