I have love for you,
A sweet translucent goo,
This palmful of nuclear waste,
It's the thought that counts,
Not the taste.
This red goo in a jar,
Sits in the cupboard,
Next to the box of crunchy frosted clichés,
But since I have love for you,
Does that mean that
I -Jar of Red Goo- You?
It's the expensive chic style,
That costs 42.99 a pair,
At Victoria's Secret.
Indeed, I must tell you,
That I have love for you,
But I left it in my other pants.









