The art, adventures, wit (or lack thereof), verse, ramblings, lyrics, stories, rants & raves of Christopher R. Bakunas
Monday, October 28, 2013
Careful With That Fork, Dear
He looked at her and nearly took a bite
Out of his own tongue
In order to keep it in his mouth
She looked around the room
Nonchalantly
Walked over to an empty table
and took a seat
Exceptionally
He sat in his chair
Twenty-three feet away from her
By floor tile measure
And struggled to think
Of some clever way to introduce himself
She added the side of dressing to her salad
Then dropped her fork
And he leaped at the opportunity
Picking up the napkin-wrapped flatware off the table
He walked over to her
And presented it with the words
"Here, use mine, I had a burger and fries"
She accepted the offer with a smile
So it was a little ironic
Several months later
After what was probably
Their 100th argument
She stabbed him with a fork
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