Poem of the Moment

My friend sent me this poem and I thought it would be a perfect way to start out a poem of the week, though I don't know if I can stick to that rigorous of a schedule. There may be times when I want to post more or less. So that's why I'm re-naming this post. Poem of the moment, and you never know when the moment will strike. Oh how exciting.


Robert W. Service

There once was a Square, such a square little Square,
And he loved a trim Triangle;
But she was a flirt and around her skirt
Vainly she made him dangle.
Oh he wanted to wed and he had no dread
Of domestic woes and wrangles;
For he thought that his fate was to procreate
Cute little Squares and Triangles.

Now it happened one day on that geometric way
There swaggered a big bold cube,
With a haughty stare and he made that Square
Have the air of a perfect boob;
To his solid spell the Triangle fell,
And she thrilled with love's sweet sickness,
For she took delight in the breadth and height--
But how she adored his thickness!

So that poor little Square just died of despair,
For his love he could not strangle
While the bold Cube led to the bridal bed
That cute and acute Triangle.
The Square's sad lot she has long forgot,
And his passionate pretensions . . .
For she dotes on her kids -- Oh such cute Pyramids
In a world of three dimensions.


Kate said…
so if you really love this poem, you should have eric quote it for you sometime. he has it memorized:)
HAHA! That is awesome!

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