There once was a morose melonhead,
who sat there all day
and wished he were dead.

But you should be careful
about the things that you wish.
Because the last thing he heard
was a deafening squish.

by Timothy Walter Burton

Comments (6)

Changing & treachèrous as the breath of LOVE
When at the sober hour of sinking day, Exhausted Nature steals to soft repose, - -nice image
Till death tear us apart. Nice work.
A beautiful romantic poem, so full of exquisite passion and a deep loss for the departed love.. am taking a print of this one to read and reread. thanks.
Fantastic longing for the love expressed in a passionate love song in memory of the departed lover with a wonderful flight of imagery. Enjoyed the touching sentiments expressed in the poem. Thanks for sharing.10++
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