No Longer Time To Rhyme

(When my fiancé and I first started dating, he left his facebook open on my laptop. I was curious and read through some of his old messages. I confessed, and he was really not that upset. I found that he had sent previous girlfriends poetry. I occasionally like to bring up the fact that I have never received poetry from him.)

Me: “So, how come stupid other ex-gf got poetry, and I haven’t?

Fiancé: “Because when I was dating them, I had a lot more time on my hands.”

Me: “Okay, fine. Did you write it yourself or did you find it somewhere?”

Fiancé: “I found it on the internet.”

Me: *pouting like a child* “Well, I still want poetry.”

Fiancé: “Well, you know, stupid ex-gf didn’t get proposed to in France on the top of a mountain.”

Me: “You’re going to use that one for the rest of your life aren’t you?”

Fiancé: “Yep.”