How I Met Your Dad
He Said, She Said
Oh baby boy
I’ll tell you how
Mom and Dad
First met
On a cold eve
At the bar
A bash for a pal
I may not have gone out at all
But -
This was NYC
The city that begs
Don’t sleep
Free gin
Some fun
It was on my way home
So-
We meet via the host
She says he is from Cali
I have not been, I say
But -
When I met his gaze
My soul knew him
And
That was it for me
Then we made you
And now
Our love will live
When we are gone
Wait what?
No!
We did not have sex
Who told you that?
Now go to BED!
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K. C. Wexlar
Sweet, scary and strange but always satisfying. Thank you for reading, it gives me so much joy,
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Awesome and loved the humorous ending!!!❤️❤️💕
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What a wonderful poem!
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I really enjoyed this. It just felt so real and made me think about those small moments that make it all worth it. I am still smiling at the ending.