Your affections are such a bore
I will not love you more and more.
You make me wobble, life unsteady.
My emotions are too strong already.
I won't grow fonder then each day
like I won't smile and I won't play.
I'll resist those darts from cupid
for I've no wish to look more stupid.
I'll won't grow my love like I won't grow a beard
'cause facial hair is just too weird.
I won't do it. I won't fall
in love with you much more at all.
Our mooney eyes are much too dumb.
Our holding hands will make me numb.
From the love cup I won't drink.
I'll fold my arms. I'll never blink.
Your mother's milk is just a lipid.
My hugging you is just insipid.
I won't let my soppiness surge and seethe
Like my heart won't beat and lungs won't breathe.
-- Eric Gallagher, for Diane, 2008