Manny Furious

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

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
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
who get dressed up
and pluck their eyebrows
before going
to the
and bars
and other
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

Topic(s) of this poem: unrequited love

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

  • Alice Perfect (7/23/2014 11:01:00 PM)

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

    Nice pen man shit A+
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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, July 23, 2014

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