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Smitten: Hurry, GO!
(Sonnet)
Oh, flirting in Penn Station is a bitch.
Its go, go, go, ditch subtlety and tact.
My plan must spring to life without a hitch.
The holidays are coming. Time to act.
I hurry from the Path Train. He is there --
the cuddly cop on whom I have a crush.
My six foot something, transit shielding bear.
Sweet calm amidst the early morning rush.
Commuters swarm. I make my move. Hello!
He blushes. Nice to see you - how've you been?
Oh, by the way, he adds, my name is Joe.
The door swings open wide. He winks. I grin.
In seconds - poof! - the future is the past.
Don't dawdle, girls. The husky ones go fast. |
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