A local newspaper ran a competition asking for a poem with the 
most romantic first line, but the least romantic second line. 
Here are some of the entries they received: 
 
Love may be beautiful, love may be bliss 
But I only slept with you because I was pissed. 
 
I thought that I could love no other 
Until, that is, I met your brother
 
Roses are red, violets are blue, sugar is sweet, and so
are you. 
But the roses are wilting, the violets are dead, the
sugar bowl's  empty, and so is your head. 
 
Of loving beauty you float with grace 
If only you could hide your face
 
Kind, intelligent, loving, and hot 
This describes everything you are not
I want to feel your sweet embrace 
But don't take that paper bag off of your face
 
I love your smile, your face, and your eyes- 
Damn, I'm good at telling lies! 
 
My darling, my lover, my beautiful wife: 
Marrying you has screwed up my life
 
I see your face when I am dreaming 
That's why I always wake up screaming
 
My love you take my breath away 
What have you stepped in to smell this way? 
 
My feelings for you no words can tell 
Except for maybe "go to hell" 
 
What inspired this amorous rhyme? 
Two parts vodka, one part lime.
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