Ahem, ahem. A "pome," if you please.
It helps if you read this aloud in a Cockney or Gaelic accent, or an Irish brogue...
(but I won't try to write in one of those.)
There is a sweet lassie dear Jasmine
Who after some pints of beer has been
Whisked off for a toss
By her dear lad Glenn Ross
And quite a few other bare-as* men.
Okay, I realize it's not Shakespeare...
Are there any rhyming poems wtih the name Jasmine in them?
(tt o'flea bows to audience, modestly accepting accolades)
Glad you liked my li'l "pome" ...it was fun... Report It
Reply:Jasmine was my best, most loyal friend,
A lover to the bone, all hot affection.
Squirming out the moment I came near,
Making for my nose or inner ear,
In ecstasy she'd lick away dejection,
Nuzzling with neither strategy nor end.
Even death has made her no less dear.
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