To Rhyme is a Crime

Dear GP,

I have come up with a poem in honor of your date tonight:

There once was a girl in college.

She was full of knowledge.

Her Freshman year was going fine,

When she decided to upgrade it to divine.

She had an intense internal struggle when a boy,

Asked her on a date and said it would bring him much joy.

She wanted so badly to say no no no.

But her "Yes" policy forbid her to do so.

So yes she said, and prepared to meet,

The boy named Brett who would sweep her off her feet.

Tuesday, 7 finally rolled around,

She made sure to be home so she could be found.

By this date who would take her for some fun,

That hopefully would involve being in the sun.

The doorbell rang, he was at the door.

She was so nervous, she nearly hit the floor.

But when she saw what he did bring,

Her heart was so happy, she thought she might sing.

The flowers were such a pretty sight,

This was sure to be an awesome night.

Then off they went to hit the town,

But they got stuck in something brown.

Mud. That is what it was.

And stick to mud is what a tire does.

So stick it did for hours on end,

Until for help this Brett did send.

Help arrived at half past ten,

But it was time to head home then.

At the porch they said goodnight,

Then parted ways {they chose the right}.

She put her shoes upon the shelf,

And then she thought to herself:

"While this date was good, make no mistake,

He just wasn't quite as good as Jake."

The end.