My Love, never waste your singular self on
or stammering, unprepared buffoons.
Behold the noob.
Harken to my inquiry of the noob,
to explain in stanzas, equations, hymns, vulgarities and riddles
your sexy cool self.
The noob has no idea.
Placing the noob in an open field,
we introduce them to the updraft that is you,
the rotation and charge.
The noob, covered in ice, returns to earth at speed.
The noob breaks a windshield, then spins away with someone's roof.
Placing the noob in the lion's den,
the noob becomes a yolk within a shell of teeth, tongue, jaws.
In this way, the noob studies your sharpness, your appetites,
your sudden strike and your tendency to toy with things.
Lucky noob, copying down the poetry of your rough tongue!
Placing the noob in a tossing sea,
overboard is the only place to be,
and written cautions to just go with it, not to rise too fast,
and a decompression chamber at the ready in case of the bends.
My Love, discard and forget the noobs.
You are the lioness riding a funnel cloud and carrying a beach umbrella.
With you is the cub, the dust devil, the sharky koi pond,
so that it all might continue into the next generation.
That is the only noob you need.
for Marian's music prompt at Real Toads. My title is a tongue-in-cheek play on Herrick's "To The Virgins, To Make Much Of Time."