Manny Furious


We Won The Game 22-6.... - Poem by Manny Furious

Hey
second base-woman on
the opposing co-ed softball team
sponsored by one of the local banks
and your employer
Something Fresh
beauty salon.

Yeah, you
the petite one
with shiny legs
and sharp green
eyes and a shy disposition
who looks like Rachel McAdams
and is obviously deathly afraid of the ball
and who I keep running into when I
sprint to second and I always
apologize and smack your
glove good-naturedly
while you laugh and
smile but don't
say much.

All of the
aforementioned
makes me fall a little
in love with you. I even
told my wife and now she won't
stop giving me shit about
it. Although I'm certain
I'm not much your type.
You hairdressers
like bad boys
or pretty
boys
who get dressed up
and pluck their eyebrows
before going
to the
clubs
and bars
and other
such
shit.
Typically.
So even in another
reality where
I never met
Angelica Furious
you and I wouldn't
exist. But
that doesn't
stop me from
falling in love with you
tonight
anyway.


Comments about We Won The Game 22-6.... by Manny Furious

  • Gold Star - 16,120 Points Mandolyn ... (7/23/2014 11:34:00 PM)

    hairstylist?
    psh you can fall in love better than that
    go to a waffle house at 3 am! (Report) Reply

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  • Gold Star - 9,739 Points Mr. Nobody (7/23/2014 11:01:00 PM)

    I say scoop her up and take her HOME, plate that is


    Nice pen man shit A+ (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 23, 2014



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