Enthusiasm
There was a boy named Maxim
Who went on a date with great enthusiasm
He took the girl to a museum
She asked him with sarcasm
Of his place of choice, with a spasm
He was amazed and could not fathom
This girl who just threw a tantrum
Who could not see with enthusiasm
What he got from a museum was sheer eyegasm.
Copyright © Carol Mitra | Year Posted 2020
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