Poetry Or Bust
(I am a freelance writer who writes a poem four times a week. Sometimes, I have trouble finding inspiration for a poem, so I ask my fiancée for a prompt. Her answer, typically? “Boobs.” One night, I am struggling yet again to write a poem.)
Me: “What should I write about tonight? And don’t say boobs.”
Fiancée: “I wasn’t gonna! I wasn’t gonna say that.”
(Pause.)
Fiancée: “Well, now it’s all I’m thinking about.”
Me: *laughing hysterically*
Fiancée: “IT’S ALL YOUR FAULT!”
(In the end, she suggested “watercolor roses.”)
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