Unrequited Nothing takes the taste out of peanut butter like unrequited love. --Charlie Brown My thoughts are somewhat courtly— This peanut butter has no taste— It’s you I desire, a mere beat away— Maude Gonne to my William Butler Yeats. Every poet has one— Bill, his Dark Lady of the sonnets— You, my Little Red-Haired Girl— And me, Charlie Schulz, of the comics. Travel the world, go to Persia— Rio de Janeiro in Brazil— Here you’ll play on Layla— There my Ipanema girl. I watch TV, I read a book— Some humour, a tragic drama— Niles pines for Daphne— Quasimodo, Esmeralda. There’s Petrarch, Gatsby, Cyrano de Bergerac— Laura, Daisy and Roxane— Will they ever find each other? I do so wish— Then this peanut butter won’t seem so bland.
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This is brilliant. I love it in every way!
So much fun, so universal this heart ache. Thanks