If I was a poet...

If only I was a poet,
I would write about my girlfriend in my sonnet.
I would do a description of her nose,
And compare it to the beauty of a rose.

I would praise the nails on her toes,
And her waist that gives men woes.
Or the beautiful hair on her head,
That can give an erection to the dead.

If only I was a poet,
I would travel to the moon in a rocket.
I would build my castle in the clouds,
With an imagery and forest with words.

I would not be living with mouse,
In this muddy grass thatched house.
My car park would be next to the stars,
And my heart would be fine without scars

If only I was a poet,
I would turn the sky into my carpet.
I would make all angels my puppets,
And as I sleep, they would play their trumpets.

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