| 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. |