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Prefer To Inferment Of Loves Germaine - Poem By Cathy Nerujen
Romantic, funny and zany elements all combined into this one single poem. This is that poem. I wrote it in the style and manner of a certain Hub Pages “Bard”. See the short note at end of the poem for who this person is... It is comical, and straight from the theater of the absurd. Thank you Mr Beckett. And thanks for the strange cookbook from Cheeky Girl that helped inspire some very strange food combinations in this very odd and humorous poetry.
Prefer To Inferment Of Love’s Germaine
Prefer to inferment of love’s Germaine
the kisses you give - drive me insane
the heights of love that we pursue
your catching of me has just got glue
my brain has exploded from all our love
my stroke induced by your velvet glove
of the raunchiest romps that ever rocked
this palace of quaking building blocks.
“Prefer to inferment of love’s Germaine”
Just what in the hell do these words mane?
I’m just gone blind and my eyes are red
and my brain has frazzled in my head
when we danced and kissed, and rocked and rode
as we slid and swam - like frog and toad
then as otters – we frolicked – danced and turned
the jealous beavers, so red they turned.
With my senses cooked – now a nervous wreck
of raw emotions - rubber-necked
from turning kisses into wine
my boat is holed – I make the sign -
of “Red Alert” - and “Help Me Now” -
“I need a tow” – I need a cow -
a glass of milk won’t be enough
to quench my thirst – when you’re in the buff.
Your body keeps me up all night
I quiver now - at the merest sight
of muffins, moss and lipstick gloss
and any foods that need a toss –
like salad or pallid wettish squid
tomatoes, basil, herbs or gid -
or spicy meatballs – sloppy salmon –
why - I even write like Epigramman.
So my words they haze in a fog of soup
as my concentration gathers gloop
I can only process simple things –
I have to earn my Angel’s Wings –
your brownest eyes – your sweet desire
and your tender finger tips of fire –
I hum the song of Love’s Purdue –
but what it means – I hain’t a clue.
I’ll take that latte – sugar filled –
my mocha sweet and over-spilled
with warmth and mirth at how we came
this far in love - now we’re the same
we both have overdosed in love
and yes – we thank the stars above
for sex that’s squared and ‘gasms cubed
and boobs with names – it’s almost rude.
I’ll refer to impairment of Love’s Germaine
I need a rest – cos our love’s untamed -
please calm me down – let's both attest
as bards like me - we need a rest -
Normal service will be resumed
soon as this drink is all consumed
“Your diet needs a change” - you say?
Okay – I’ll try your Crème Brullee...
Copyright © 2012 to 2017 Cathy Nerujen. All rights reserved. This love poem is published as part of a forthcoming book of romantic poetry by Cathy Nerujen, to be published in 2017. More notes below.
No animals, ingredients or poets were harmed or eaten in the making of this poem. Okay, yes... I ate some of the ingredients. What do you expect. I'm a poet with a sense of humor.
"Funny" - Thirty by Epigramman
"Funny" is a set of thirty hilarious poems from one of Canada's funniest and most lovable authors and poets, Colin Stewart. He is one of my biggest fans and I worship him equally. Please read this book, as it is a howl.
About the poem
This poem and culinary delight is written in the style and manner of the poet Colin Stewart, a legendary poet in Hub Pages, also know as “Epigramman”, as a tribute and thank you for so much amazing and infectious poetry. Colin's very words can bend time-space and matter itself, and now has four books published on the Amazon Kindle. See the ad below.
My poem is warmly dedicated – with love and smiles – to Colin Stewart - "Epigramman" and to my beautiful Fehl Dungo. She is better known to Hubbers as blaise25, author of "Toss and Turn".
Fehl is the only person on earth who can decrypt this poem's very delicious cryptic references in some places. Read her wonderful poetry. Some references here are meant as humor, others are ... “Love’s Germaine”.... because what else could they mean?