A poem competition was held by Washington Post not long ago. The competitors were requested to write a ryming couplet: The first line ought to be as romantic as it can be, and the 2nd line be as least romantic as possible. The following ryming couplets are among the best.
My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife:
Marrying you has screwed up my life
I see your face when I am dreaming.
That’s why I always wake up screaming.
Kind, intelligent, loving and hot;
This describes everything you are not.
Love may be beautiful, love may be bliss,
But I only slept with you ’cause I was pissed.
可我与你同眠只是因为喝高。(pissed = drunk = drink too much)
I thought that I could love no other
— that is until 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.
I want to feel your sweet embrace;
But don’t take that paper bag off your face.
I love your smile, your face, and your eyes
Damn, I’m good at telling lies!
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.