Cave Man
The first poet used charcoal I guessTo scratch his love for his new found lass
Onto a wall for all to see
While in his dark and dingy cave
He lifted a flint up to the rock
And scratched his love in shapes
Little could he know that you and I
In a digital age would wonder why
He didn't text and send his love
And end it with a :)
And look, no high five
Just a man with spear in hand
Chasing a boar
Thats true love
That will last forever and ever and ever and ever and ever more
Poetry by JohnJohn
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Written on 2015-12-14 at 19:10
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