Brad & Crystal's Impromptu Mac's Napkin Poem

On a lighter note...Crystal and I wrote this impromptu napkin poem at Mac's in the Short North last night (Thanks for the tip BTW, JD). We used a system I've always liked where you take turns writing one line at a time and covering what you just wrote by folding the paper/napkin so the other can't see what you have written. Then, once you've reached the bottom of the page/napkin, one of you reads the finished product out loud. The result is usually a terrible poem that makes absolutely no sense. But it is always good for a laugh. It's a fun way to wait for your food to arrive. Here's ours from last night:



B- All the smoldering sex-appeal of 1000 years of abstinence

C- And the leaf slowly, melodically floated down to teeter on the edge of the cliff

B- Abuse me Vomit all over me Just look my way

C- Secret (Crystal's mangy cat) purred lovingly into his right ear

B- In your casual wake, I drift with no guiding star

C- 51 days and your life is over as you know it

B- I am throwing cases of bottles into your sea

C- Salt and Pepper makes it better

B- The messages are gibberish, written in tongues of desire

C- Please don't joke about things like that

B- Blugaska mjya ludeee!

C- Sexalicious

B- Unrequited



There's no need to comment with constructive criticism here, as this poem is not to be taken seriously.