You'll be so happy to see that I've come up with a poem in honor of YOUR date tonight. (Sorry I missed the first one, but we all know it's your fault, not mine.)
There once was a woman, 18 years of age
She'd moved out, to Logan, to begin a new page
On the second of July she returned home to see
Her beloved friend, GP, and her own family
When what to her wondering eyes did appear?
A text from Chad, a man she held dear.
Brittan,
I'd love to take you out tonight
For our second date, the 3rd of July seems about right
Fireworks, so colorful, in the air dance
Perhaps that's a metaphor for our future romance
I'll pick you up when your done chatting with your BFF
Because I'm cool like that, I'm full of respect
So Brittan agreed, and said "I'm down with that"
Her reunion with GP lasted 20 minutes flat
Then she scurried away to get ready for the date
Thinking lovingly of Chad, her future soul mate
They drove to a house, and sat down to watch the show
There was a slight breeze, but then it really started to blow
The fireworks wouldn't stay lit, no matter how hard they tried
Chad was so frustrated, he sat down and cried
Brittan came up to him and patted him on the arm,
Then she turned to the west and noticed the sky with alarm
She lifted Chad to his feet, and softly did say
With a sunset like that, who needs a fireworks display?
Brittan was not lying, it was certainly true,
The sunset that evening was a gorgeous pink hue
And that, for the couple, was a moment of bliss
Against the fiery sunset, Brittan and Chad shared their very. first. kiss.
Wow. That was thoroughly enjoyable. But really, with those names being spouted off left and right I basically feel violated since it's 99% false doctrine being poeted. Would you like to hear the 1% you got right that evidences your hidden psychic abilities:
ReplyDelete1. My name, age, and place of residence.
2. The fact that I pointed out the sunset. It really was awesome.
Good job GP. Can't wait for next Saturday.