Two men
Strung to the poles
Bedazzled in love
A girl
At the apex
Stringing them along
A classic triangle
Hopeless romance of sorts.
They meet on the decision day
Under the cherry blossoms
The girl having made her mind
said,
“No thanks I like my triangles with crust, marinara, and mozzarella spread.”
Jun 3, 2020
Jun 3, 2020 at 5:04 PM UTC
Two men
Strung to the poles
Bedazzled in love
A girl
At the apex
Stringing them along
A classic triangle
Hopeless romance of sorts.
They meet on the decision day
Under the cherry blossoms
The girl having made her mind
said,
“No thanks I like my triangles with crust, marinara, and mozzarella spread.”
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