Don't take me to dinner
The flowers will die
I won't eat the candy
so why even try?
We're older than dirt
We've been through this before
I won't wear a skirt
So there's the door.
A card would be nice
But I won't keep it dearly
We'll have steak and a beer
and turn in early
You know I love you
I wash your socks
...and if you love me...
well
a night off ROCKS!
3 comments:
Thy love is like a red, red, rose - thorny and covered in greenfly! Heh.
You made me giggle with this one. There is a lot of personality in this poem too. I like it.
Oh Roberta. (sigh) i sure know this feeling. Love the spunk! Hee.
Post a Comment