Kids, have I told you how I met your mother,
It was a day just like any other,
I found love without even trying,
The first time I saw her she was downing ***** whilst crying,
We got talking and I said "Look at the time,"
And six drinks later she was back at mine,
I went to record the Game of Thrones I had missed,
Then did the deed while she was still ******,
I took some creative license and told her I was ripped,
But, unfortunately, so was the ****** and then the romance slipped,
My head was spinning when I heard the word positive,
I didn't want to help, exactly the opposite,
But I cared for her through the darkness and gloom,
Until I was left in the waiting room,
The doctor walked in and spoke "It's a boy,"
My body could barely contain the joy,
I walked in and her face smiled
I looked down and saw the child,
I held him in my arms with my hand on his back,
"Honey, if we're both white, then why's this baby black,"
A poem to describe the downfall of romance in today's culture of chavs and teen pregnancy