This piece of writing contains adult material and you may be offended by it. Please don't read it unless you are sure that you are not going to complain about it later. Feed back is always welcome but don't say you weren't warned !

The problem with fucking candles Is that Your body heat warms them up And they bend. Then you can't Shove them in a candlestick And put them on display In the living room. And another thing. They're too narrow so Even if The whole thing goes in, It's not satisfying. Worse still, There's nothing more unpleasant (Or more ridiculous) Than waking up with A hangover the next morning And opening your eyes to the sight of A bent candle In a loose, floppy condom. The problem with fucking candles Is that It's a whole lot more fun Fucking women.

© Scarlet    Su 11 October 1998

Note: Okay so I was bored and lonely ! Don't knock it 'til you've tried it ! I like this poem because it's embarassing and ridiculous - which sums up exactly how you feel the morning after. Trust me. Read Phoenix's response to this poem: fucking candles (reprise)

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