Bad Poetry Friday

Diamond isn’t Forever, Opal is Always There (2/9/1998)

The ring on her

third finger

was to proclaim

his love

Why couldn’t he

just send

a bouquet of

overpriced

long stems

and cheap wine?

 

Notes: This was in response to a friend getting engaged at 16 (she was pregnant).

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