Recently, I attempted to write a silly poem for the Swing Machine. However, the only thing I could come up with is a serious love poem. It is a poem about one's lack of love at that specific moment. The character of the poem challenges the subject of the poem to a test of her affection. She fails, and he feels unloved. Well, I will allow you to read for yourself.
Watermelon By Matthew J. Heayn If you loved me, You would buy me a watermelon You would go to the store -- You would go out in the cold and buy me a friggin' watermelon. Buy me a watermelon, you ass! Screw you; You don't love me! |
As you can see, this poem is not silly at all, but is rather serious.
I am entirely sorry for that face.