My Date with Nate
We ate bait
on my date with Nate
Sitting on crates
in the night very late.
To conjugate,
I just couldn’t wait
for love to sate
like fine opiate.
But it wasn't my fate
to find such a mate,
cuz sadly for me
Nate couldn’t inflate.
© badpoet
on my date with Nate
Sitting on crates
in the night very late.
To conjugate,
I just couldn’t wait
for love to sate
like fine opiate.
But it wasn't my fate
to find such a mate,
cuz sadly for me
Nate couldn’t inflate.
© badpoet
posted by Catnapping at 6:45 AM
3 Comments:
This is a very fun poem and it shows that you are having fun. Good job, this is what poetry is all about
David
Ha ha, that is v funny! I wasnt sure how it was going to end. Its great to read your work!~
I think the fourth stanza might end in a four syllable "ate" word - nah, I didn't really say that! ;)
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