Cute.

I love this, it seems to be the best of yours I have read on here so far

Oh you must!!! I can feel it rising know??

It stinks it stinks stink it stink it it does?? it does stink

I also remember my latest deposit.

I like this one. When the rules become too concrete, there is little room left for invention. Poetry dies, indeed.

Yes, I like this one.

I'm not sure about the form. I'll have to learn about it and will hold my vote until I do so.

super-duper.

When I was in Florida last week, this crab tried to pinch my toe. So I tried to kick it and missed. Then I fell down and busted my ass.

got ya. so true.

naughty, naughty.

for you and I?????

there is something catchy and appealing about this.

First verse is good because of the trap. How can knowing what to say stand up to the flutter of an eyelash? Tender and good.

I see the impassable path and your family's wrath, but not quite getting the last line. Was it really impassable?

Note: The paradelle is one of the more demanding French fixed forms, first appearing in love poetry of the eleventh century. It’s a poem of four six-line stanzas in which the first and second lines, and the third and fourth lines, of the first three stanzas, must be identical. The fifth and sixth lines, which traditionally resolve these stanzas, must use all the words from the preceding lines and only those words. The final stanza must use every word from all the preceding stanzas and only those words. Here I have presented only the first stanza, hoping to perfect all six stanzas into a monumental epitaph. I can then die having accomplished a worthy life’s mission.

A charming interlude, if a bit long.

This, and your other poem about Mia, go together showing a lovely paring in a dismal home. I feel the pain and joy.

love the poem!