
I’ve already forgotten how I met you,
but I think your friend was pretty hot.
You’re not the marrying type,
but a family girl nonetheless.
The first date you had a daughter,
the second, a son.
You were cute and thinner then
and not as prone to rage.
So I road the moguls for the hot tub.
I never said we were dating
and you never expected much,
but scattershot romance
hits the target now and then.
And we never see eye to eye until dark.
another "ideal" poem about random relationships.
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