A Sonnet for T.

I sat here all night flicking the telly
but now I’ve stopped for Spider Man.
It’s hot in here and the fridge is smelly,
I can’t do anything a spider can.
If I could think of something exciting
and leave the house off my own bat,
then I wouldn’t even be here writing
but I guess you’re familiar with that.
And tomorrow you’ll sit just the same way,
an Office Wench caught in the grind,
and you’ll tell me what’s happened in your day -
because it’s good to know what’s on your mind.
I think of the photo where you lay there and snored.
These things that we do when we’re sleepy and bored
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Oh Mark. Will you marry me?
Comment by T. — Sunday February 27 2005 @ 7:27 pm
Hee hee. That was a crap poem. But I certainly will.
Comment by Mark — Monday February 28 2005 @ 8:13 am