Pickles by Brian Crane for February 14, 2014

Then how come you buy them?

Well, it beats being cuter than the Capitol dome, a rat-tail comb, or a map of Rome….

Earl was getting pretty low on rhymes.

Hey, give him SOME points at least for trying…

Opal at your age you should know when to clam up !

“And you’re prettier than my Harley’s chrome.” Now that’s high praise.

DARN IT, Opal…i wanted to hear the big finish!

You think deeper than the garden’s loam. (Praising a woman’s brain is very sexy.)

Some women are just NEVER satisfied even when you write them poetry — and not even cowboy poetry..To list your praises would fill a tomeFrom your great love, I’d never roam

Personally, I think the garden gnome looks better.

I’m tired of this, I’m going home.

I thought women loved garden gnomes… they’re always inviting them home…

Poems don’t do it like flowers do…

“And you’re cuter than a garden nuum.”“Nuum?”“Yes, nuum.”“You mean gnome?”“Nuum, yes, that is what i said, you idiot!”

I think they are!

xxx

Reminds me of the first poem I ever wrote for my wife, who was raised in scenic Washington State:

Ode to (Name witheld upon request)

A snow covered mountaina grass covered hill

The beauty of theseI’ve had my fill

Their beauty doesby comparison fade

To you my darlingwho I wanna get laid.

Very sweet, Earl!