So. Valentine’s Day is a-coming and you have your eyes set on this beautiful, wonderful girl (or boy) and you want to be all romantic and give her maybe a Valentine’s card to show her you like her but at the same time you want to be all cool and shit so you want it dirty. You want a dirty Valentine’s love poem. You dirty boy, you. (Or girl.)
What could be dirtier than ee cummings’ she being Brand, I ask? Really, you respond, a famous poet? Dirty?
Oh, let me enlighten you. Read on.
she being Brand
know consequently a
little stiff i was
careful of her and(having
thoroughly oiled the universal
joint tested my gas felt of
her radiator made sure her springs were O.
K.)i went right to it flooded-the-carburetor cranked her
clutch(and then somehow got into reverse she
minute i was back in neutral tried and
again slo-wly;bare,ly nudg. ing(my
oh and her gears being in
A 1 shape passed
from low through
greasedlightning)just as we turned the corner of Divinity
avenue i touched the accelerator and give
her the juice,good
was the first ride and believe i we was
happy to see how nice she acted right up to
the last minute coming back down by the Public
Gardens i slammed on
brakes Bothatonce and
brought allofher tremB
Well, didja geddit? Heh heh. I love that poem. Don’t forget your tuxedos now, loverboy. (Or girl.)No tags for this post.