I know, I know. My poetry isn't exactly Elizabeth Barrett Browning. But, I really like this one! And it's so appropriate! And my life is very fun right now, but full of very intimate personal details that I simply can't write about. Therefore, may I present Raising A Toast?

Pick a girl, any girl,

The game began,

Over beer,

And drawn into it,

He stammered through,

Foam-wet lips, his once

Desire, before heartbreak,

And growing up and PFs,

Before car installations,

And kid’s names, before

Commuting and down payments,

Before worry became WORRY,

And stress was for old people,

Before health was an issue and

Cigarettes were just smoke, before

It all just became so damn complicated,

And dating was going around and a relationship

Was what you had with your parents or

That old aunt you saw every now and then,

There was a girl and he liked her,

Very, very much, not for

Her childbearing hips or her salary

Or the fact that she liked the Beatles too, or

That they seemed compatible in any way,

Compatible wasn’t even in the dictionary then,

He said, smiling now, but I liked her because

She blew the biggest bubbles ever with

Her bubblegum.