I love you Miss Fly.
You’re filthy, that’s why!
All covered in grease, dirt and grime.
I gasp at your beauty
my dung-munching cutie,
and pray that one day you’ll be mine.
,
Let’s fly to a pile
of garbage so vile
it makes quite the loveliest food.
We’ll feast there for days.
Together we’ll raise
a horrible, maggoty, brood.
,
Paul Hughes 2009
Ice-Cube Boy and Fire Girl both fell in love at school.
Ice-Cube Boy thought she was hot,
and she thought he was cool.
But when they tried to hug and kiss
her flame went “fizzle!”, “pop!” and “hiss!”
and Ice-Cube Boy was turned to steam,
evaporating with a scream.
Their parents cried “Our son!”, “Our daughter!”
“Nothing more than smoke and water,
Now it’s clear, it’s just a fact
that opposites should not attract!”
Paul Hughes 2009
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