Two Months Of Danefulness Poem by Eve Brideau

(10.27.09 2123H)

His name is Daniel.
Oh, he's just like an angel.
The man of my dreams; wow,
He makes me feel good, don't know how.
Yes, Daniel is his name.
Special Units and Charlie, his game.
Math wizard, cream of the crop.
His name up in lights would make me drop.

Who, now, is this man named Dane,
That, for two months, made me insane?
He's just merely a dream for me.
Can't be with him, never will be.
Now, I finally lay to rest
My infatuation for Daniel ______res*.
Ask me now, who's the new boylet?
My reply? None. In that matter I don't fret.

*For the sake of censorship, I won't post his full surname.