Sometimes you find love in the strangest of ways...
She was a clinic girl A nurse of some sort Stringent and white She pricked me And as I watched my blood fill the vial I would glance every so often At the Mark on the side of her neck I was tired all of a sudden Then cold, then dark When the light crept back in I saw that same mark I wondered aloud something I shouldn’t have But in that moment she was forgiving and sincere And did indeed, like beer
We had one, we had two We had three, we had four She needed help with her shoes And I couldn’t find the door We ended up twisted Tangled on the floor This way and that An embarrassing sight No one should reenact Yet through it all we found We didn’t mind each other All that much












