The Washington Post ran a competition asking for a two-line rhyme from readers. The first line was to be the most romantic one could think of, while the second was to be the least romantic.
The following were the winning entries.
My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife,
Marrying you screwed up my life.
I see your face when I am dreaming.
That's why I always wake up screaming.
Kind, intelligent, loving and hot;
This describes everything you're not.
I thought that I could love no other
That is, until I met your brother.
Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you.
But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl's empty and so is your head.
I want to feel your sweet embrace;
But don't take that paper bag off your face.
My love, you take my breath away.
What have you stepped in to smell this way?
My feelings for you no words can tell,
Except for maybe 'Go to hell.'
I love your smile, your face, and your eyes --
Damn, I'm good at telling lies!
What inspired this amorous rhyme?
Two parts tequila, one part lime.
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