X has a new boy.
He’s predictably boring, but with it comes weekends,
For which Monday, Tuesday made.

Last week I retired alcohol when it graduated me to despair.
But with it comes weekends,
For another love affair.

It’s Friday night and I’m sacrificing psychological warfare,
To meet X’s new boy and boy’s friends
All with reasonable care.

So far, only four in the electric chair.
X, new boy, new boy’s friend
It is time to ascend to overspend.

At the bar, imaging only au revoir,
New boy’s friend has me on his radar.
He is on a mission by far.

I need another drink
Therefore I won’t think he’s annoying
Then find this night disappointing.

Cranberry chasers,
Two down, the third I will brace him.
Monday’s misery we will race from.

So maybe he is not so bad,
Singing next to me at Nomads.
Doesn’t remind me of red heat dad.

He lets me cheat in darts,
As he tells me of his Bachelor of Arts.
I imagine us as sweethearts.

Okay, I’ll bite.
A first kiss in the rain at midnight.
You can stay until daylight.

Nicholas Sparks couldn’t write a better night,
So I pray Shakespeare won’t compose the fight.
We won’t let the story be shaped by a playwright.