A gurning poem
My darling I'm thinking
Of you and your gurning
I feel a deep yearning
A yearning, a burning,
For your clever gurning,
So tasteful, discerning,
I'm yearning I'm burning
My stomach is churning
Is churning with yearning
Is turning and churning,
Is flipping and turning,
My lover, your gurning
Is turning,
Is
Turning
Is
Turning
ME
ON.
Of you and your gurning
I feel a deep yearning
A yearning, a burning,
For your clever gurning,
So tasteful, discerning,
I'm yearning I'm burning
My stomach is churning
Is churning with yearning
Is turning and churning,
Is flipping and turning,
My lover, your gurning
Is turning,
Is
Turning
Is
Turning
ME
ON.
4 comments:
That's very nearly Cole Porter-esque.
I snorted, indecorously.
I'll take the Cole Porter comment on file and be sure to sing the poem, 1920s Broadway style, to everyone at the pub next week. Thanks for the nice comments and indecorous snorting, everyone.
H
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