Sunday, November 10, 2019

It Rained in November

He was a boy with a guitar
She was a girl with a voice 
They met up in a bar 
When it was nearly closing time
He chose a stiff whiskey
She picked out a wine 
And outside the window
There was no sunshine 
It was a cold November night 
The rain reminded them
Of the GnR song
And they talked and they talked 
While outside it poured 
Then the boy tuned his guitar
And she cleared her throat
And they struck up Tiny Dancer 
In that bar by the coast
Then it was time to go home 
So they bid each other goodnight 
What a way to end the day
They thought 
As time slipped away
They've both grown up now
She works at a lab
He's into engineering
And this poem is something a writer promised them
Based entirely off a few Facebook conversations 
So raise your glasses to Aphrodite and Debdip
Two of the whitest people I know 
And wish them success with their journey
As they go with the flow

The Bilge Master 

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