Sects and Violence
Prehistoric Valentines
Were simpler, so I’ve read.
Just find your true love’s fav’rite rock
And smack her on the head.
Whisper nothings in her ear,
All sugary and sweet;
Then smack her one more time
Before she makes it to her feet.
Societies were duly formed
In efforts to be civil.
Our intellects expanded as
Our strength began to shrivel.
Subtlety was now the norm
From politics to romance;
Sweet talk and campaigning both
Require at least one slow dance.
These days, if you bring a rock
To make your sweetheart’s day,
It better be a shiny one,
I'm not real sure about the subtlety, but the rocks sure have gotten shinier!
Reply to this
Indeed.
Reply to this
Things sure were simpler back then.
For the guys, at least.
Reply to this
So it would appear. But appearances can be deceiving.
Reply to this
There is something to be said for violence: make-up sects!
I enjoyed your poem.
Cheers,
Mitch
Reply to this
Thanks, Mitch. I enjoyed your comment.
Reply to this
The evolution of society is an interesting field of study. I appreciate your research, observations and the conclusion!
Reply to this
Quite scientific, wouldn't you say?
Reply to this
"Oh,rock me gently, Rock me nice and,my dear,I'll be sure to bring the ice." This is what the Count told his love.
One slow dance and she had me!
Count Sneaky
Reply to this
Some fall faster than others.
Reply to this
That's what I said. Count Sneaky
Reply to this
Good stuff! Love the ending.
Reply to this
Thanks, JJ. And thanks for stopping by.
Reply to this
great! :დ
Reply to this