(obsession
doggerel)
Right
in the Kisser: philemomania
The very
best of love, he thought,
Is not the
“bed part”—no it’s not.
It’s when
the lips of lovers meet—
The first
time that the lovers greet
A future
no one can predict.
Will their
fidelity be strict?
Or will
one wander far astray,
And
symbolize the word betray?
He wasn’t
sure—but he’d not miss
The
mystery of that first kiss.
And so he
kissed his way through life,
Forgetting
all about a wife.
And then
one day he woke and said,
“I am so
old—I’ll soon be dead.”
Amazingly,
he found a bride—
They
kissed for years … until they died.
Some
friends broke in—Was much amiss?
And found
them locked in their last kiss.
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