While rummaging through a box of momentos, I found a little rhyme that I wrote about a year and a half ago at a creative writing seminar - We were asked to think of our previous evening and write a poem about it on the spot.

She sat on the couch,
Cross-legged and complaining,
She'd finally found him, the one,
I poured another glass of wine
and she whined about his mother,
I stared into the fire consumed by it,
As she devised a plan...


... They are now happily married!