Geek Love, Modern Poets Edition

I wrote a sonnet for your mom.
She keeps it hidden in her sock drawer, sonny.
You know, I've seen it before:
She's just a poetry whore.
She's really partial to the Longfellows, honey.

She's just a different kind of meter maid.
She loves to couple with a couplet on her lips.
Not to damn her with faint praise,
But I enjamb her nights and days,
While she ignores the hipsters twixt her hips.

I wrote a sonnet for your mom.
A pornographic poem calligraphic is her downfall.
She sees the prosaic and the didactic
As a mental prophylactic,
But she'd spread it for a limerick on a bathroom stall.

I wrote a sonnet for your mom.

I wrote a sonnet... for your mom.

I wrote a sonnet for... your mom.