Early Drafts Of Famous Love Poems
by: Max Burbank
How Do I Love Thee, Draft One
Elizabeth Barrett Browning
How do I love thee? Let me count the ways.
I love thee really deep and wide and high
Like reaching for the sky on tippy toes
until I get a crick in my neck from the reaching
but that 'crick' is in my soul
'Cause it's metaphorical reaching,
But what's the point on wasting lofty words
When you can barely write your name
In the dirt with a stick,
Let alone follow top notch erudition like this
Which is why all my girlfriends think
you must be tremendous in the sack.
Why else would a woman with a brain like mine
Date a mostly shaved ape such as yourself?
Low self esteem, thou art a complicated bitch.
Roses Are Scarlet
Roses are scarlet,
Violets are Purple,
My love for you is...
By William Shakespeare
Shall I compare thee to a summer's burn?
Thou art more crispy and more coppertone:
Rough winds drive sand into my bathing suit,
And the humidity doth make one moan:
The heat! Don't even talk to me of heat!
And neither one of us is pretty when we sweat;
My point is, summer's overrated and I like you better,
admittedly, the bar I've set is dreadful low;
I like cheese better than I like summer,
And I'd only date cheese in a pinch;
What, just because I am a poet It's expected
I'll write poetry? Fuck that noise.
You try being Shakespeare. Sonnets have too many rules
and something, something, something rhymes with 'rules'.
She Walks in Beauty
By Lord Byron
She walks in Beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that's best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes:
You know I'm talking about my sister, right?
Perhaps you think me cracking wise?
When half the Opium I've had, you smoke
I'll listen to you maybe then
'bout whom I choose to poke
When poking in my Opium den!
Laughing bastard, dares't you think I joke?
I'll put your eyes out with my poem pen!
My genius means I can do anything I wish
Particularly when it's wrong
But now I'm knackered as a fish
That's fought the hook the whole day long,
Loo la la, la lee, dah dish
I'm passing out now, fuck off.
Roses Are Red
Rose are red,
Violets are purple
Stop pretending you didn't kiss me that one time
You weren't that drunk
I Carry Your Heart With Me (attempt 1)
By E.E. Cummings
I carry your heart with me (I carry it in
a bowling bag) I am never without it (anywhere
I go you go, my dear; you axed for it
from me, you know you did, my darling)
I fear no fate (for you are heartless) I can't
get caught (my dog told me I can turn invisible)
he started talking just around the time
I bit the shift key off my olivetti
a thing you overlooked because
I hid it (in parentheses)
Love Letter (working title, have to come up with something better. Blood letter? Letter I wrote to you, then accidentally sent to dad? I don't know. Something. 'Love Letter'. Shit letter more like.)
Not easy to state the change you made.
If I'm alive now, then I was dead,
Though, like a stone, unbothered by it,
Do you see where I'm going with this?
It's up to you to get my head out of the oven,
Sure I put my head in there but if you leave it there
then it's pretty much your fault, right, Mr. Big Chest?
Hey. Hey. I'm in agony here.
I'd use exclamation points if I wasn't
so damn depressed, what, that's not sexy to you?
That other poem? Where I said you made me a god?
That was too much pressure for you?
I bet you're a fag, you dumb Irish fuck.
I am so publishing this posthumously.
See how many dates you get.
Violets Are Purple
Violets are purple,
Roses are red,
Hey, c'mon now,
give a fella chance,
at least I'm trying right?
Where are you going?
On May Morning
Now the bright morning Star, Day's harbinger,
Comes dancing from the East, and leads with her
The Flowery May, who from her green lap throws
The yellow Cowslip, and the pale Primrose.
I'm Gay. I guess I should have told you.
I'd have danced with someone else
but it wasn't that kind of a wedding.
I'm guessing this has
happened to you before, right?
Roses Are Red
Some roses are Red,
Violets are Blue
(To a friggin' dog, maybe
'cause they're colorblind!)
NOTHING RHYMES WITH PURPLE
I DON'T EVEN KNOW IF I LIKE YOU
NOT TO PUT TOO FINE A POINT ON IT
I DON'T SEE ANYONE KNOCKING DOWN YOUR DOOR
FINE, DIE ALONE, SEE IF I CARE
The Owl and the Pussycat
By Edward Lear
The Owl and the Pussycat
went to Sea
In a beautiful Pea-green boat;
They took some money and plenty of honey
but soon tore each other to pieces
which is what happens
when you put two carnivorous predators
each at the top of their food chain
in a boat
FOR ROSES? SERIOUSLY?
HOW MUCH A STEM?
Fine. Fine. Fine. Whatever.
You think you're better than me?
Think you don't pay for it.
EVERYBODY PAYS FOR IT!
It just takes some people longer to find out
I HATE YOU!
I HATE YOU I HATE YOU
I HATE YOU
But I still want to be your Valentine.
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