Date: Sun, 21 Jul 1996 01:35:52 -0400
From: Allie Percy <AlliePercy@AOL.COM>
Subject: Unwellness Love Poems (1/1)

Unwellness Love Poems:  Bad Love Poetry for Vampires

  ... yet another thing to blame on a late night telephone conversation
between Q&A ...  (and not to be confused with the *good* love poetry
contributed by others to this forum!)

Nick's poem:

Roses are red,
Violets are blue.
You might end up dead
If I make love to you.

Nat's poems:

Roses are red,
Daisies are sunny,
Make love to me Nick,
Or give me your money.

Roses are red,
Violets are blew,
A kiss on the wrist?
You haven't a clew!

Tracy poems:

Roses are red,
But not callalilies
Your baldy friend Screed,
He gives me the willies!

Roses are red,
Such beautiful flowers.
But Tracy prefers
Men still wet from showers!


And then there's Lacroix's poem about mortal women:

You ply them with honey,
You ply them with wine,
A bite on the neck
And they taste mighty fine!


Stop me before I rhyme again!!  I actually intended to write more of these,
but this is as far as I've gotten so far.  Aren't you lucky I stopped?

--A

Rotten tomatoes, boos, hisses, and suggestions for more poems to:
 AlliePercy@aol.com.