Friday, April 10, 2015

2015 Poem-a-Day April 10 (how (blank) as title prompt)

How I Met Your Mother

Long and boring story
So I'll skip to the important part.
It was late. I was drunk.
In the closing lights she looked like art.
We walked home under the moon
And engaged in more lust than heart.
I never left her side after
But that is the basic story of the start.
Aren't you glad you asked?

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