After reading Tennille’s Wise Words. I lowkey felt like marrying her; and this poem was my pitiful attempt at trying to woo her.
Photo from Tennille’s Yfrog
Origami Mami by Jemar Souza
She’s an origami mami -
Not Japanese; butPerfectly papered
And folded to the shape of…Everything I dreamed
I could find within a woman.Open her up,
And you’d swear that she was wounded.But in fact,
You’re just looking at the past -Every single crease,
Shows the reasons she’s unique.And when she folds back,
She glows with all her beauty……Pardon me,
I was distracted by the booty -Ahem,
The buried treasure in her,
That I’ll always cherish.She’s a perfect Ten,
Iller,
Than all the generics.
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Previously: A Holley Monelley Holiday, in My Brain
