How Do I Love Thee – Alternate Version

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A slashy little poem.

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If Starsky were a red-striped flower
And I, a raucous bee
I’d buzz the loveliest, lurid songs to him
Each day, unremittingly

And if he were a butterfly
Flutt’ring majestically through the air
I’d serenade sweet, fadoodling melodies
As red-striped wings quivered in my hair

…..

If Hutch were a yellow flower
And I, a noisy bee
I’d sip his sweet nectar every day
Til he confessed his love for me

I would buzz and strut and rub against
His petals, smooth and soft
And through the days, come shine or rain
I’d land upon him oft

Or would I be a butterfly?
Flitting verily down his pants
Flapping my wings and touching things
I came across by chance

But wait, for flowers have no pants
Alas, my metaphor has failed
Ah, shit, I really should stop writing now
For my train of thought has derailed