(This poem is a parody of "The Passionate Shepherd to His Love," by Christopher Marlowe. I also wrote a response in the style of "The Nymph's Reply to the Shepherd," by Sir Walter Raleigh, which I will post in a later note.)
Come lie with me and be my girl,
And I will set your heart a-whirl.
My gifts will all your fancies please,
And we will live a life of ease.
Come ride with me in my sports car;
We'll see the sights both near and far,
And as the wind blows through your hair,
The fast lane's joys we two will share.
And when the clock tells us we should,
We'll satisfy our need for food,
In tearooms fine, in cafes stark,
In mall food courts, or in the park.
When every bliss-filled day is done,
We'll sit and watch the setting sun.
Then while the quiet, cold moon glows,
I'll warm your blood with kisses slow.
The secret ways of love I know,
And all these pleasures I will show
To you, and I'd give you the world
If you'd agree to be my girl.
And when at last, dear, you say yes,
Your love for me at last confess,
Then on your finger there shall be
A diamond ring for all to see.
Life is too long to spend alone,
Without someone to call my own,
And now that push has come to shove,
I beg you to be my true love.
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