He was a little nerdy guy,
With his ruler in his pocket.
Every day he seemed so jittery,
Like his hand was caught in a socket.
Even with a pimple on his nose,
His personality was awfully kind.
So, I chased after him shamelessly,
Determined to make him all mine.
It was a brisk and cold day,
And the skies above were overcast.
Unladylike, I walked up beside him,
And I caught his attention, at last.
I planned for us a good family
Of three or four very smart kids,
I knew a keeper when I saw one,
No broken home for us, God forbid!
Poem written for Three Things Challenge #35 from Pensitivity 101: personality, pimple, lead. Fandango prompt is Ruler. Ragtag prompt is Broken. Word of the Day is Jittery. Your Daily Prompt is Brisk. Daily Addictions prompt is Family.
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