Your heart is colder than a penguins bollocks.

so cold your  blood's  on the rocks

but with fun and frolic

you soon grow warm.

A touch of your palm.

Your touch is warmer than a camels buttocks.

Hotter than the blood of a cock

or a hen's freshly laid egg

or an undone bed.

But when your cold it kill's

and freezes over,makes one shiver;

but your kiss;

Oh your kiss of life!

Breathes warmth into the dead.

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Gnashville: 120 points (for writing "Help! I'm Being Eaten By a Rodeo Gal In A Dervish")

How challenging. Write a poem with the title decided by the author of the post before. It's quite absurd.

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Have fun! Try to read others' work! Be fair, play nice, be appropriate (I don't want to mark this mature). You're big kids; you know what 'appropriate' means.

Thanks, Eryl

updated Apr 13 by Lyre