Staff Sgt. Bakey Poem by Belle Violet

Staff Sgt. Bakey



If it ever comes up
I spilled coffee on his crotch,
And that’s how we met,
Let’s say.
Of course an internet girl
Couldn’t compare
In this world
To a girl you meet
on a dreary Wednesday.
All that matters
Is he’s better,
Than I had imagined.

Wednesday, September 18, 2013
Topic(s) of this poem: girl,internet
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