A thousand monkeys,
On a thousand typewriters,
Could never complete one word,
Within one chapter,
Of one book,
As part of one anthology,
Anything close to how much I love you.
As a stupid monkey myself,
I can’t even do it.
Knowing you for so long
Is the greatest, eternal treasure of my life.
The longer we sit on this (love) egg together,
The richer its yoke becomes.
This is not just a boring, shop-brought (love) egg
… It vibrates.
This (love) egg shakes my bones,
Although as the old saying goes:
“Better to wobble than rattle”.
We have been sitting on an egg
Much more powerful than we know.
As it slowly hatches, long, and slowly over time,
Our chick is bigger than both of us.
We can feed it and raise it,
But it always needs more care and nurturing.
It SQUAWKS for more feeding –
I will nip off for some food, my darling.
Yum-yum.
I will feed it until the end of time,
Until I am a mere speck of life
Alongside this behemoth which we have been feeding.
The love we have for each other
Puts our bodies into perspective.
We are all we have
but also,
We’re nothing against what we share.
Even together, we cannot defeat
This beast from the East.
It is live, fighting, demanding, hungry
Love.
What am I saying?
This poem is dumb.
It’s just r/simpsonsshitposting,
Innuendo,
Dumb movie quotes we laugh at,
And fart jokes.
I am no bard.
But I am a lover, with the perfect muse.
It doesn’t even rhyme,
Or have any structure.
Things are getting desperate now –
So I’ll turn to the greats
To salvage it, somehow:
L is for legs
O is for original
U is for, “U r my bby”
I is for, “I luv Lueze”
S is for sexy
E is for “easily the greatest thing in my life”.