Naiveties and Nursery Rhymes

Words, poems, rhymes and songs

Category: Love

Love Poem Number Five

You be the kiss

I’ll be the lips

You be the broccoli

I’ll be the chips.

I’ll be your sensation:

The beauty you eyed;

You be the action

Steamed, boiled or fried.

Love Poem Number Four

You be my central heating

I’ll be your radiator

You be my poison

I’ll be your exterminator.

I’ll position you carefully

Your heat will go through me

You can kill off my rats

And burn fuel efficiently.

Love Poem Number Three

You be my razor

I’ll be your face

You be my starting gun

I’ll be your race.

I’ll give¬†you a distance

But my wrinkles may trouble

You can set me going

And shave off my stubble.

Love Poem Number Two

You be my ocean

I’ll be your peach

You be my peach factory

I’ll be your peach

You can sort me and slice me

In the seas, I’ll confide.

I’ll fit into your can

I’ll cushion your tide.

Love Poem Number One

You be my evil mastermind

I’ll be your cat

You by my Ian Botham

I’ll be your bat.

I’ll purr at your plans

And help you hit fours

You can spoil me with linseed

And pamper my paws.