We met at a restaurant,
Well, you were serving meat.
I told you I was a vegetarian,
You quietly changed my seat.
My date had beer in his veins,
Two steps he couldn’t walk straight.
You hated my going alone at night,
So I was sent in the ice cream crate.
My breath was vanilla as I reached back home,
You were standing by my bed.
I opened my mouth to ask you how,
“Pizzas are faster,” you said.
I feigned anger, embarrassment,
“Get over it quick,” said you.
We tasted love all through that night,
By morning you were my beau.
“Get up, woman, and be mine quick,
I have no patience now.”
The wedding had love and lollipops,
And after that? Holy cow!
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