Cheesy Love Poem: NPM

I hear it's National Poetry Month, so here's a flashback poem, a glimpse of a very young me falling in love.  Totally cheesy! (Hahahaha--read the poem; you'll get it!) W&L folks who gave blood in the gym at one of the Chi Psi blood drives might recognize a few details.

In all seriousness, though, how lucky am I to have been writing poems about my husband for twenty years now?

Blood and Sandwiches

I went to give blood

The other day and

A sweet old man in

A uniform said

Won’t you have a sandwich

    Dear

And I said no

Because

I usually end up with

Pimento cheese there

What is

Pimento

Anyway

So

He asked me if

I was living off

Love

(Ungrammatical I know)

And I laughed because

How could I

Possibly

But they say

Live long enough

You’ll find out

So I lived

And what

Do you know

Three days later

I found you

And me with you

And w*o*w

     maybe

Funny old guys

In uniforms

Know what

They’re talking about

Let’s get lunch.