C.C.

This one was a love poem about a woman named Cheryl Cox. Warning: graphic at times.

C.C. by Christerpher E. Joyce

I've weathered many afflictions,
a bad knee, the measles + chicken pox
but the force that has staggered me most
is a lass of the name Cheryl Cox

It seems I've made a good impression,
but than how can you miss,
When you begin by saying you've heard of me
and you turn out feeling like this

She makes me think life is worth living.
Dissuades me from joining the nomads
She gives me quite a warm feeling
Started + circulated by my gonads

She gave me a good deal on her book
and I love the shape of her breast
In fact I like all about her looks
and I find she quite stirs my penis

Within a half year I will propose
and evidently she will say yes
by then she will have had her last name
many times from me when I undress

We will become one united
and many benefits will she derive
after all what's more important,
than to find someone by 1985