Post by stupidxgirl on Mar 15, 2006 19:52:37 GMT -6
a/n: Okay, this is my least favorite and also most liked poem I've posted on here. The story is funny, but that's just what it is, it's very difficult to put it in a poem form. My mom and dad's 26th anniversary party is Monday, I wrote this for them. It is a true story oddly enough, it took place their first year of marriage. I remember hearing the story as a kiddo when I was about 7. I took what I could recall and I'm planning on reading it at the party. It has a cute sentimental value to it, but the poem it's self I find is actually horrible LoL.
We swiveled and pivoted
and twirled around the
parking lot- Oh god how I
hated the trifle mess of a
song that was blaring through
the speakers of your truck-
But the moment was somewhat
more important then the
country bumpkin romance tune.
You stepped on my toes
and I tripped over a rock
in my black high heals,
and the attempted dip
landed both of us
flat on our asses.
But it was the effort you
placed in making my
pain less noticeable
that took the win of the
"greatest moment of the
disastrous evening" award.
But maybe it wasn't a complete
and I mean complete
mess,
it was just a slight
topsy-turvy throw around
version of what we planned.
So, the building caught fire,
the police were called on
our drunken friends,
and the payment,
dear god it was out the roof,
but we were still in love
after all the trouble we caused.
And we still danced
while the fire truck engine
roared in the back ground
and the sirens blasted in
one side out the other
and every inch in between.
This anniversary party,
it celebrated more then a love,
by god it celebrated
life with a twist and a bang.
We swiveled and pivoted
and twirled around the
parking lot- Oh god how I
hated the trifle mess of a
song that was blaring through
the speakers of your truck-
But the moment was somewhat
more important then the
country bumpkin romance tune.
You stepped on my toes
and I tripped over a rock
in my black high heals,
and the attempted dip
landed both of us
flat on our asses.
But it was the effort you
placed in making my
pain less noticeable
that took the win of the
"greatest moment of the
disastrous evening" award.
But maybe it wasn't a complete
and I mean complete
mess,
it was just a slight
topsy-turvy throw around
version of what we planned.
So, the building caught fire,
the police were called on
our drunken friends,
and the payment,
dear god it was out the roof,
but we were still in love
after all the trouble we caused.
And we still danced
while the fire truck engine
roared in the back ground
and the sirens blasted in
one side out the other
and every inch in between.
This anniversary party,
it celebrated more then a love,
by god it celebrated
life with a twist and a bang.