| Jonathan Berger's Poetry: Poem of the Day |
| NO IDEA She asks, “Where do you get your ideas?” And I told her, “From your eyes, my love and their deep and endless blue going further than I’d have thought possible. “From you hair long, lush, luxurious locks intrinsically linked to one another and to my heart-strings “From your breasts fresh and bouncy like a cherry red rubber ball - or two. “In short, my sweet, from you.” And, she looked at me funny and she looked at me strange because, of course she HADN’T asked where I got my ideas, but rather, to “Pass the ketchup.” And to that I gave no reply. |