Sweet Maria, she’s my passion.
Jet black eyes and face all ashen.
She lures me with her scarlet lips,
and tempts me with her hourglass hips
She’s sexy, sweet, and she’s a stunner.
Beautiful like Eva Brunner.
Skin as smooth as alabaster,
makes my heart beat so much faster.
Sadly, she has told me, shedding
tears – that there will be no wedding!
Apparently, she loves another:
my brainless, obese older brother!
Sweet Maria’s still so lovely,
but I can’t live if she won’t have me.
Hell, what does she see in him?
He’s fat and old; I’m young and slim!
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Author:
Blue-eyed Bolla (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: October 9th, 2025 09:28
- Comment from author about the poem: for my Sweet Maria
- Category: Humor
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Comments2
A poem of disappointment and inability to understand or accept other's choices. A good read
Twas ever thus in my life too!!!
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