• The Race

    I'm ahead of you this time,this point in the race.
    The finish line's moving, I'm sure I'll get first place.
    Oh, how I'd like to linger, have you draw up by my side,
    Travel down the path awhile, I'm sure we'd love the ride.

    But there are mountains, rivers, and the cold and angry sea,
    All these things conspiring to keep you far from me.
    But even if I got there, the trip would take so long,
    By then you'll have forgotten the words to our love song.

    So dance and laugh and think of me often when you love.
    I will always dream of you, like blessings from above.
    That rough and tough exterior conceals your inner glow.
    You hide it, and deny it, but believe me, dear, I know.

    Fire the starting gun again, let's start the race anew,
    How I'd love to race with you, if you only knew.
    Of course you know, I've told you so, with my every breath.
    No, don't fear, no don't fret, I won't end this poem with death.

    I'd love to try and race you, you'd grind me in the ground,
    Maybe if we wreatle, try and go another round.
    The sexual innuendo is really getting thick,
    You shake your head in wonder, you think,"This is just sick!"

    Hey, I'd say I was sorry, but it would be a lie,
    I find you make me mental, and you don't even try.
    I'd say you drive me crazy ( you know there is a but...)
    Instead of using driver, it's more a gimme putt.

    All these sports analogies have really worn me down,
    And what is that upon your face, tell me, not a frown?
    You say give me a break, oh, Lord, please, can you spare us?
    I have to say "No", long as I have my thesaurus...

    Oh, Jeepers, how hokie, how truly awful, how bad,
    All this crappy rhyming is enough to drive me mad.
    Oh sorry did I steal them, the words out of your mouth?
    I'll close this all with warning, be careful going south.