The cockroach people. Disgusting to have around, Hard to get rid of.
You good guys out there Don’t let those brazen bad boys Steal your unsaid rhymes.
We did not foresee Chance for love disappearing. How naive is youth.
When I see your face In a stranger in the crowd. Amorous mirage.
Centuries old oak Eavesdropping on young lovers. Offering his shade.
Wearing love disguise Your vanity comes to me Offering itself.
I gave you my heart. You gave it to charity, Got tax deduction.
Your lips sweet cherries annihilating hunger after a long fast.
When tire goes flat Extreme feminism bends. Man’s hands are golden.
Conquering shyness before conquering your heart. Herculean task.