BAD Poetry (for D.E. Dewitt's cool challenge)

Oh rosy Rosalind I've been pinned By a gentle breeze That carries My whine with its wind

I am Vacant-- A vagrant Spitting phlegm Needing some semblance Of acceptance-- please embrace me again

Kindly co-sign On love's dotted line Of sap Where I tap The trunks alone With sharp stone In the darkening gloam Never to go home

Entwined with you again From your head to your hind My hand will grope and find Your hope and we'll climb Like two eagles into the inferior sky

I'm eager to have you here I want you even nearer than crystal on my chandelier or glass on my mirror! or antlers on my deer! Because I am dutiful And you are beautiful, dear So let us fulfill This hurtful, Unusual, Crucible's intention And bring Yourself to the ring Of wedding bell fruition With the two of us in tow of love's tug We'll go Wherever you want to get dug And done right That's all you want, right?