Authors in the Attic February 2025: LOVE AND ANTI-LOVE

Miss Wapeaberry

Mr. Ramsbottom

Zuli

POEM ABOUT LOVE by Kangaroo Rat I don't know yet what love is like, I preferred learning to ride a bike. People will tell you what they think, But some opinions really do stink. This poem won't help you figure out, What this love thing is really about. It is just a poem that's made by me, A confused boy and a pen flying free. One day I think that I'll understand, Why this love thing is so freakin grand. Today ain't the day but it will come, But that is totally okay, I love my mum.

Lightning Man: 

• I come to you now

To share my poem

• All about my loves

So that you may know'em

1. The first of the bunch will not surprise

For even to the commoner, it's nice on the eyes

• The wise words of Solomon, come first to my head

It resembles a flock of goats, come from Gilead

• It's luscious brown top, and fine crusted sides

The pumpkin pie is where my heart lies

1. The next is, for most present, a less desirable food

But it is yet to fail, in bringing up my mood

• “How much more doth beauty beauteous seem”

This food looks fair, but fairer we it deem 

• For that buttery taste which doth in it live.”

This fine quote from Shakespeare, to us, did he give

• In my humble opinion, there is no greater dish

Than a simple plate, adorned with a fish

1. And to you, my third lover, who I boast of tonight

With my words passion, I'll bring you delight

• No dusty old codger, has adequate citation

To place you high enough, to your appropriate station 

• Your glorious curves, your jiggling form

Your sweetness lingers, causing my emotions to storm

• Your stoic figure, and you memorable touch

To keep any distance, is simply too much

• If I lacked you in my life, ‘twould be more than a loss

My succulent lover, my Cranberry Sauce 

• Now this is my heart, worn out on my sleeve

The deep fathoms of my love, are hard to believe

• This list is a glimpse, into my struggles and woes

Of my lovers, my foods, and my inexplicable lows

• Do not be dismayed, do not be alarmed

For as long as I'm feed, I will bring no one harm