Come to my purple gown my love;
Why do you need me to draw you in?
Come into my purple face my love;
When more do I have to wait to shave my head bold?
Come unto my purple chest my love;
What more do you ask from my choking golden hair?
Come outside my purple mouth my love;
Who else do I have to mumble to?
Come over my purple my love;
Where do you want to do it?
One of my teacher claims that this is the most shallow and thrasy poem I have ever written in my life. I'm putting it here to see what comments it'll get.
Meanwhile, I'll be writing one more just for laughs. And I'm going to write it now.
Post more poems! Would like to know what your usual style is, if your teacher has such an opinion of this poem...
Shallowness is but a mask for the deep... the only thing I am wondering about your poem would be the reference to golden hair...now what does that refer to? Purple is a such repressive yet royal colour that it is interesting that the ending is a crass " Where do you want to do it? "
Made me laugh at the end...
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