Personal Add Through Supposedly Sophisticated Poetry ()

An introduction

are you

turning S-shape on the danger curve

not used to

following instructions,

thus in similar manner

I travel into

Ad-space and

Interview

In an attempt to follow

A smooth and leggy pattern.

It is adept or common

to inner depth

found in common

pools, except the you

that causes blindness

with pink bikinis

and causes pupils to sink

deep.

In this raw set of footage

I produce my perfect image

Of you:

One. A lady. Not someone

who

knows me, why would I want to know you,

if you know me? Where is the mystery?

Two. The eyes are a must or at least

A lady with clarity,

That if on approaching my left breast

Does not immediately loose track

North to my cheek.

Please consider appropriate direction

When heading South, especially

If upon coming upon your belly's curve,

You de-rail the vehicle.

Three. A lady of considerable taste,

To know with

Haste

That upon her discussion of the past

She fairly quickly brushes past

Most of those rather attractive blokes

Who are not me. That's it.

Well, four, what if it comes up

Some other bloke with blonde hair,

That upon your stare, you could not

Begin to stop to speak about,

Then why go out with I,

When the future holds me,

Not some fellow that left your wisdom

In some hat,

I'm not down with that.

Five. An appreciation for poetry

In some lady

Might be

Appreciated but the lack thereof

Should not put you of,

I can speak like normal people too

But in this sprinkle of dust

I chose another route.

Briefly.

Six. If this lady considers herself

A girl, might as well,

Go with black doll boots,

Fickle frilly white dresses

And see-through undergarments layered

Over pink socks

To conventions for the appreciation

Of four-eyed fools

That I call upon occasion

For technical work on some machine

When it goes beep, beep, beep.

Seven. Oh, Lady, seven is divine

Like the early quit-number from Heaven,

If this Lady is to be crazy for me,

Consider me human,

Not some angel from the skies,

I could not meet the spiritual rebirth

Or the proper winged suit

Because, at the end of certain time,

Perhaps, a day, an hour or a second or two,

I'm still a sinner

Just like you.

Eight. Oh, a lady must be fine,

By selection of her attitude

Towards mine

But no finer than a dull blade,

You put too fine on your face,

With two shades of the same lipstick,

And I'll consider this Miss,

Like one considers cereal with no milk

It is essential but not necessary.

Nine. Also, me, I have a rule

Against this guy, that one Lady

Must put to the test each

And every day,

That he should be good,

If this Lady lets him be

Some other chum,

Some fool smoking cigars

At the bar, drinking with his friends

Because his girl friend will not put

The correct leash upon his weak-willed wrist,

Well, how good is he and how good is she

That does not give a crap?

Ten. In the whole,

Just some lady that cares,

As it all adds up

Nice and neat,

Eggs, mix and milk in a blender

Straight

Like fat pancakes.