For You My Love
I love you so much, even with all my heart
but you can’t find any love for me at all
but with you I could still never bear to part
I’ll poison you and keep you stuffed in my hall
This was written for Chelsea Owens’s The Weekly Terrible Poetry Contest. This weeks topic was Unrequited Love.
(Disclaimer: I would never actually do this… I don’t even know how to do taxidermy).
It took me a while to find a suitable image. In the end I had to do some lateral thinking. If anyone ever sees my google search history….
joanne the geek 
Good one. I know how to do texidermy just not finding suitable volunteer.😉
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That’s creepy af! Nice job!
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I worry about myself sometimes…
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Sometimes I do too, but that was mostly when I wanted to be sure you were safe after the shooting! You’re fine. We need people who can write this stuff!
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I like the alternating line rhyme, “heart–part”: fits the theme. British philosopher Jeremy Bentham did want to have himself stuffed and put on display after death. It didn’t work out too well. Apparently, when trying to work it out, the taxidermist was out to lunch. They settled for a skeleton stuffed with straw and a mummified head. Even worse, no one was engaged to write a poem. And there was no rhyme or reason for the whole affair.
You’ve done considerably better (or is it worse) — not sure what’s appropriate in the context of this terrible contest.
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I love it!! and your choice of photos is stellar! Just a little fyi tho’… I’ve found in a box near the bed much more convenient…..
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😀
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