THESE ARE ENTRIES TO A WASHINGTON POST COMPETITION ASKING FOR A TWO-LINE RHYME WITH THE MOST ROMANTIC FIRST LINE, BUT THE LEAST ROMANTIC detik LINE:
My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife:
Marrying anda screwed up my life.
I see your face when I am dreaming.
That's why I always wake up screaming.
Kind, intelligent, loving and hot;
This describes everything anda are not.
cinta may be beautiful, cinta may be bliss,
But I only slept with anda 'cause I was pissed.
I thought that I could cinta no other --
That is until I met your brother.
mawar are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so are you.
But the mawar are wilting, the violets are dead, the sugar bowl's empty, and so is your head.
I want to feel your sweet embrace;
But don't take that paper bag off your face.
I cinta your smile, your face, and your eyes –
Damn, I'm good at telling lies!
My love, anda take my breath away.
What have anda stepped in to smell this way?
My feelings for anda no words can tell,
Except for maybe 'Go to hell.'
What inspired this amorous rhyme?
Two parts vodka, one part lime.
