“He leaves me no choice!” the lady indignantly proclaims. “I’ve told him time and again, in no uncertain terms, that we’re friends and that’s all we’re ever going to be. But still he INSISTS on taking me out and paying for my drinks and all that other stuff! Whatever am I supposed to do?”
If you don’t like this poem you have bad taste and probably couldn’t finish high school because you were so dumb.
It turns your bathwater blood red. Appropriate for a queen who lost her head, right?
It took me leaving home, and living alone for the first time in my entire life to realize how much my parents have given up for me.
You are the miracle that didn’t make a grand entry into my life. You did not make a sound, nor did you say anything significant. But that you are here now makes all the difference.