These are entries to a Washington Post competition asking for a rhyme with
>the most romantic first line... but the least romantic second line.
>Love may be beautiful, love may be bliss,
>but I only slept with you, because I was p#ssed.
>I thought that I could love no other,
>until, that is, I met your brother.
>Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you.
>But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl's empty
>and so is your head.
>Of loving beauty you float with grace
>if only you could hide your face
>Kind, intelligent, loving and hot;
>this describes everything you are not
>I want to feel your sweet embrace
>but don't take that paper bag off of your face
>I love your smile, your face, and your eyes -
>Damn, I'm good at telling lies!
>My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife:
>Marrying you screwed up my life
>I see your face when I am dreaming.
>That's why I always wake up screaming
>My love, you take my breath away.
>What have you stepped in to smell this way
>My feelings for you no words can tell,
>except for maybe "go to hell"
>What inspired this amorous rhyme?
>Two parts vodka, one part lime