Don’t leave
I whispered
As she walked away
I wanted
Another round
Of bottomless fries
Now
I’d have to wait
Five minutes for
Our waitress
To check on us again
About the Creator
Aaron Morrison
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Born during a (___natural disaster___), Aaron spends his free time exploring (___unusual location (plural) ___) and raising domesticated (___fictional creature (plural)___).
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Comments (3)
Okay that was not what I was expecting hahahahahahaha
Love the twist! Truly funny poem!!
hahaha... funny. wait until you stuff some in your mouth, then she'll come around while you're chewing and say, "Is your meal ok?" and expect you to utter an intelligent reply.