My Dr. Seuss Poem..
Twenty-eight is not too late
Not too late to find a date
Of all the things that I do hate
Cheese, Twilight, my current weight
The most would be a lonely fate
But this year of twenty-eight
could indeed be great! be great!
The year I give up my need to berate
ridiculous aspects of manly traits
True, I have a lot on my plate
And I’ve used sex as a means of escape
But I’ve grown, matured, I’m Twenty-eight!
So here’s to you, my future mate
Perhaps a life, we could create?
I warn you, I’m no piece of cake
But I’m smart, funny, I know how to elate 😉
I’m soft as a truffula, smooth as slate
What are you like? Are YOU 28?
And…I’m out of “ate” words. I also cheated twice.