Fondly Remembering Bea - A Series Dedicated To Former Girlfriends And Near Girlfriends And Trying To Tell The Truth About It All Poem by Bill Grace

She was Ivy - I was State
This should have told us we would never mate
Her father an exec and my Dad too
But his was a big name company and mine was a small name assist
His was for profit my Dad's was not
I am quite sure to boot I was a snot.
So different were our worlds
We could not get through dinner without fighting.
The sadness is at sex we were great!
This sex thing being no small estate
It held us together for six months at least
Assisted with the glue of a major move for her
All this time lost looking for the one who could have been truly right
Because precocious sexual success
Had held us as prisoners in the tower of its might.
After the break up we could barely nod
At the single's group where we had first met.