Every time I try and kiss my love
I drown in thousand island marmalade
The scent of his breakfast wrinkles my nose
So now I join the P.A.S.S brigade!
He senses not my regular sarcasm
But takes my comments and guesses as affection
How on earth do I break his heart?
And criticize the stubble - his month long devotion.
Aye I am wolverine I love that thing
He chants of it every time this topic beams
Leopold gets the girl, wolverine - just woods
Get rid of your stubble, respect the shaving cream!
I gave up all hopes of getting across to him
And all of a sudden he surprised me
His clean shaven look bowled me over
Now that is my lover, my McDreamy.
P.S. - This post is part of Protest Against Smelly Stubble Activity in association with Blogadda, India's favorite blogging community.