Random Acts of Poetry

The Art of the Woo

Your love is like sangaree
too sweet to be quaff-able.
Your declarations? hyperbole
utterly laughable.

You say I’m cold,
that’s so unfair.
You’re too bold,
for my icy stare.

You’re full of guile
and unwelcome flattery.
You should stand trial
for romance and battery.

The tone of your wooing
is almost too much,
The things that you’re doing
lack a subtle touch.

Sweet nothings are just that,
they drift into the air.
But a diamond ring,
well, that’s a different affair!


20 lines
Written for Promptmaster!
Task Prompt:
Write a poem that’s almost too much.