when we first met you shook my hand
you told me your name and inquired mine
right after you said it I forgot
so in my head I called you john
we talked of politics, beliefs and faith
of world matters and sports games
we talked for many pleasant hours
and still I couldn't remember your name
when the conversation grew thin
and silence started to prevail
you stood to leave extending your hand
once more we shook and said fairwell
but before you left I yelled
Hey John, what's your name again?
Author notes
Dear Amanda, my sad sense of humor.
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1142 points, ended June 5, 2008, 27 entries
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HAHAHAHAHHA.... OMG... funniest thing I've read today! This poem was alright, you could've used more imagery, but it did make me laugh, which is always a plus. Thank you for entering my contest!
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