Poet: Good Morning Darling! Can you hear the birds? The sun is creeping up, too beautiful for words!
Accountant: It’s 54 degrees with a high of 72 predicted. You won’t need a coat.
Poet: Ah, the warmth of afternoon sun, won’t our picnic today be fun?
Accountant: We should leave by 10:30. I have to get gas. Have you packed our lunch?
Poet: I have chicken salad for our lunch, potato chips to add some crunch, I baked the cookies that you liked last time, and bought a bottle of your favorite wine!
Accountant: I set the GPS. We should get there right at 11:15. Do you have a blanket?
Poet: Yes, a blanket to lay upon the ground, at the edge of the woods that we once found, while lost upon a country road, turned the fortune of our day around!
Accountant: I charged my cell phone and the ball game starts at 1:20. A win puts us in first place. Are you sure we’ll have cell reception?
Poet: Ah, but I will read you poetry about the love I have for thee, leave the city’s crowds and noise behind, to all else but ourselves be blind.
Accountant: Honey, why are you talking like that?
Poet: I just joined Hello Poetry, now all the world’s a verse to me, to read and share with HP friends, ecstatic when a poem trends!
Accountant: Yeah, is that what you showed me the other day? Looked to me like you guys all ‘like’ each other’s poems, and 95% of the people that read yours don’t even like them.
Poet: Really? (holding back tears)
Accountant: That’s what I calculated. How many of those cookies are you bringing anyway?
Poet: I have a dozen, but I can bake more.
Accountant: Nah, 12 is plenty, and by the way, Baby, I just love your poetry, it’s filled with creativity, each word picked out is absolute, with premise that I can’t dispute, I guess one more thing I should say: I’d like it more if it would pay!
PwL May 3, 2015
May 4, 2015
May 4, 2015 at 12:45 AM UTC
Poet: Good Morning Darling! Can you hear the birds? The sun is creeping up, too beautiful for words!
Accountant: It’s 54 degrees with a high of 72 predicted. You won’t need a coat.
Poet: Ah, the warmth of afternoon sun, won’t our picnic today be fun?
Accountant: We should leave by 10:30. I have to get gas. Have you packed our lunch?
Poet: I have chicken salad for our lunch, potato chips to add some crunch, I baked the cookies that you liked last time, and bought a bottle of your favorite wine!
Accountant: I set the GPS. We should get there right at 11:15. Do you have a blanket?
Poet: Yes, a blanket to lay upon the ground, at the edge of the woods that we once found, while lost upon a country road, turned the fortune of our day around!
Accountant: I charged my cell phone and the ball game starts at 1:20. A win puts us in first place. Are you sure we’ll have cell reception?
Poet: Ah, but I will read you poetry about the love I have for thee, leave the city’s crowds and noise behind, to all else but ourselves be blind.
Accountant: Honey, why are you talking like that?
Poet: I just joined Hello Poetry, now all the world’s a verse to me, to read and share with HP friends, ecstatic when a poem trends!
Accountant: Yeah, is that what you showed me the other day? Looked to me like you guys all ‘like’ each other’s poems, and 95% of the people that read yours don’t even like them.
Poet: Really? (holding back tears)
Accountant: That’s what I calculated. How many of those cookies are you bringing anyway?
Poet: I have a dozen, but I can bake more.
Accountant: Nah, 12 is plenty, and by the way, Baby, I just love your poetry, it’s filled with creativity, each word picked out is absolute, with premise that I can’t dispute, I guess one more thing I should say: I’d like it more if it would pay!
PwL May 3, 2015
