A Valentine For My Hubpaging Valentines
Beautiful Hubbing Hearts
I wish I could write a poem for the Ghost.
She’ll haunt your hubpage, with a very sweet post.
I get her messages right from the start.
They always come straight out of her heart.
While I was writing, I’d write, of course,
A beautiful poem for a Prettydarkhorse.
And ooo that beautiful Tim-Tim who is Chinese,
Makes my heart so big, it drops to my knees.
What on earth could I begin to say,
About that pretty Canadian, Lyricsingray?
There’s Ten Blogger and Teresa Laurente,
The ladies you know are so heaven sent.
You know I’d like to see,
The lovely Mekenzie.
Coolmon from Texas,
Would surely vex us.
And if not married Mbwalz,
Could have me climbing walls.
Of course many of these ladies are “unavailable”,
Too young, married, or otherwise unassailable.
But allow me to imagine and just appreciate,
Just a moment, hubpage ladies like AD1988.
The cheeks of some ladies I’d merely buss.
Like the happily married, Storytellersrus.
I know some will think I’m in my own world,
But yes, I would do the same for Myownworld.
There are places I might go,
With MM Del Rosario or Hello Hello.
With Poet Lorraine and Lisa Luv,
I’d like to watch the stars above.
Alas too many are wed,
So I’ll be alone instead.
If Petra Vlah and Tammy Lochmann,
And others were only single.
Fastfrita and Creativeone,
I wish we all could mingle.
Though I hear an IslandVoice,
She’s another who I’d make my choice.
So many wonderful gals,
But they can only be my pals.
The more Uliveulearn,
Bridges you should not burn.
But I’d like to get lost in a fog,
With someone like Kirstenblog.
I wish it were not too late,
With someone like Trish1048.
I could wish upon a star,
With someone like MagicStarER.
I bet Crazdwriter is fine,
Sage is a rage along with PM59.
There are so many ladies,
Too many to blow my mind.
Perhaps I need a Kandimarshall,
To keep my wants in tow.
Tie me up with a GoldieString,
With Whiteorchids and an Eastern Rainbow.
Put me in a Littlecorner,
With Sophs or Dim Flaxenwick.
Itakins, LaVieja, or PeggyW,
Could very well be my pick.
I wish I knew Elayne001,
Tenajeon and maybe Arisel,
I love all the hubpage ladies,
As far as I can tell.
I’d like to see a China Ccycle,
Or maybe a raging Bull.
I’d like to dine on Apricotmousse,
Until I get my full.
I may have a very strong yen
For Donna Bamford or Dysebel10.
Freya Casare could be somebody’s heaven.
But so could Bieberella , Jaded777, or Paradise7..
Greensnob or a Figment of my imagination,
A lovely lady like Gypsy Willow,
Or perhaps someone Undiscovered,
Would be beautiful upon my pillow.
I don’t mean to be impolite
I don’t mean to harm with what I say.
I just find so many wonderful ladies,
On this which is Valentine’s Day.
So please don’t throw a Tantrum.
If I imagine a pretty Nell Rose
Walking in the moonlight
Without a stitch of clothes.
Or that lovely Blaise25
Her poetry makes me feel alive.
There are so many scenarios you know
That this old man would contrive.
Callmefoxxy with Randybehavior,
I have not a thing at stake.
Donotfear, Everything I Am,
Is a fool who Needs_A_Break.
I’d love to see you 2uesday,
I’d climb a tall skyscraper,
To be with Tipperary,
If not maybe some Lovelypaper.
So many ladies are taken perhaps,
GmaGoldie, and I know Pmccray.
Perhaps Isabelle22 and Sad Sheila
In another life, in another day.
I’ll think no more of Isis430
And no more of GooGooGal09.
I even go a step further,
And SwiftlyClean my mind.
But Wouldn't you know it?
I'm dreaming of a Blondepoet.
Well here I am but I’d better scram.
I’ll check myself into a 12 step program.
Hub ladies are neat and oh so sweet.
To describe I can’t even start.
But descriptions would begin and end
With the love that’s in each heart.
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